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Dissonant Hearts (Degusaurusrex x AndrewS)

For somebody who had been alone for this long, Isen had very little experience with this sort of thing, and what experience he did have was so long ago that it barely counted, and he didn't really remember it anyways. Furthermore, the fact that with Adelaide, he could actually feel every place she touched, the entire situation was something so remarkably different from what he was used to. He could be impaled ten times over and feel nothing, but when her lips touched his, he felt everything all at once. It was overwhelming, in the best way, and it was intoxicating enough that it willed him to keep going, overcoming his nervousness to keep kissing her.

As she settled in his lap, his arms moved around her waist, strong and encompassing, pulling her softer body into his own until their chests met. With each second that passed, the kiss seemed to intensify, lining up with the level of comfort they both had with what they were doing. It was awkward at first, like two teenagers kissing for the first time, but they were falling into a rhythm, one that was matched not only by the touch of their lips, but in the way he shifted against her, almost absentmindedly moving her in his lap, rocking her back and forth in a subtle fashion.

Her fingers tightened and tugged on the fabric of his shirt, and his did the same to hers. If he could feel his heartbeat racing in his chest, he'd have recognized the way it was firing at full speed, anxious, yet excited for what was to come, but trying to remain respectful and gentle in the way he let himself enjoy this new form of intimacy.

He simply nodded his head, in response to what she had requested. He had no intentions of going anywhere else, anyways, but hearing that she was in the same head space as he was put him at ease. He wouldn't stop worrying about their situation, or what was to come, but for tonight, he could forget about anything that didn't involve the two of them, and their exploration of what they were feeling for the first time, properly, since their fates had become intertwined. "The only place I wish to be is right here with you."

Isen's lips hungered for hers, capturing them again, reconnecting them with fervor, testing the limits of just how far he could take this before he'd lose his nerve, or his inexperience would come back to haunt him. To test that boundary, his finger tips touched at the space between the hem of her shirt and the waist of her shorts, moving directly across a part of her he had never so directly touched before.
 
They shouldn't be doing this with the others in the house. They were in someone else's house, for fuck's sake, a demon's house, but at the center of it all, she didn't care. No one was coming and banging on the door to tell them to keep it down, no one was standing there snickering or taunting them for the way they were holding and touching each other. No one else in the house mattered, all that mattered right now was the man she was kissing so eagerly, the man whose fingers were brushing over bare skin in a way that made her shiver in delight. When was the last time she'd felt this way about anyone?

"Isen..." She groaned his name softly as she felt the subtle shift in his lap, the way he was rocking her in what seemed to be a natural reaction to bring their bodies closer together. "I want to feel you too." She'd never lost the ability to feel his touch or the touch of anything around her, but it was obvious in her next movements that she meant more than that. Her fingers plucked at the front of his shirt once before they slid down his chest to the bottom of the garment, and after a moment of hesitation she began to tug upward with a shy expression.

"Um. Off, please?" She wanted to be able to truly feel him, to feel the warmth of his skin under her hands and know that despite everything going on around him, he was hers, they were connected in a way they'd never been connected to another person before. He was her home, and she his, something she marveled over once his shirt was gone and she could lay her hands on his bare chest.

"I know usually I'm telling you to get dressed, but, uh, you look really good without clothes. Without a shirt!"

Smooth. Real fucking smooth, Ada.
 
There was no attempt made to stop her from removing his shirt, and it wasn't even the first time she had seen him in such a state of undress, but there was something different about this time. Maybe it was the way that she was looking at him now, or feeling her touch directly against his skin, but this was unlike any time before, and it was something that caused a reaction in his body that he wasn't used to. When his emotions were suppressed, it wasn't just feelings of happiness, or sadness, it also muted things like desire, and that was coming back to him now in full.

"Thank you?" Came his response, equally awkward, unsure what to do with the compliment but appreciating it nonetheless. Isen's eyes shut tight, reveling in her touch, a tiny groan falling from his lips from the direct contact. When they opened again, they searched hers for any sign that she was about to change her mind. His mind reverted back to the night she had tried this before, with Danica being the trigger, and how he had felt the same way then as he did now, but was able to hold back because of the circumstance. This time, there was nothing to hold him back but himself, and that was both exciting and worrying at the same time.

His finger tips moved across her skin, hiking higher, moving beneath the barrier of her shirt so that he could adventure deeper, feeling more of the smooth expanse he had found. "Adelaide, I...I want to remind you that I'm not exactly a regular human right now...I'm still strong, fast, I don't want to hurt you..." He worried, his lips brushing past hers, moving across her cheek and down towards her jawline. He had seen this before, but he had never put it into practice. It seemed to be something people liked, so maybe she would too? He was concerned, but it wasn't stopping him just yet, his lips pressing gentle kisses against the sensitive crook of her neck, hesitantly mapping out more, new territory, as his hips shifted, absentmindedly, pressing upwards against her softer body.
 
She wasn't sure if his obvious awkwardness with her compliment made her feel better or worse about herself, her cheeks bright pink as she suddenly found herself thankful for how dim the lighting in the room currently was. If he could see just how vibrant her blush was now... Well, who knew what he would think of her. The worry was quickly tossed aside when she heard the quiet groan that sounded under the touch of her hands, and she explored his chest wondrously and cautiously in case he suddenly changed his mind and threw her off of him. It didn't seem that he had any intention of doing that when his eyes opened and he seemed to be immediately checking in on her with that concerned gaze, and with the way he was pressing their bodies together it was clear he was having a very human reaction to her.

"I know what you are, Isen." She sighed quietly under the hand spanning across her bare back beneath the shirt, her bra long gone and soft skin free for his hands to explore as he voiced his concerns. "You're not going to hurt me. I trust--" She faltered as his lips brushed past her mouth and instead down to her jaw, feather soft kisses that startled her in the wake of his concerns. In the handful of times that they'd kissed before he had always been gentle with her, but this was something else entirely. Exploratory, curious as his lips coasted over the curve of her jaw and swept down her neck which solicited a very obvious reaction from her.

Her nails bit into his chest as her fingers flexed and she rocked in his lap, her hands coasting up his chest to link behind his neck as she inhaled a shaky breath and murmured his name. The gentleness he was displaying amidst their awkward exploration of each other was endearing and she felt a swell of emotion rise up as she slid her fingers into his hair, tugging gently and pulling his head back up so she could steal a kiss.

"I trust you, I'm not scared of being hurt." As if to prove her point she deliberately rocked in his lap again and let out a quiet hiss of pleasure and then exhaled a shuddering breath. "Not scared, just, ah.. Um. Nervous." He was a great deal bigger than her, demon or human, and that was a bigger concern than any otherworldly strength he might still have. "And I don't want you to do anything you don't want to."
 
There was reassurance in her words, but it still played at the back of his mind just a little regardless. He cared for her safety too much to risk hurting her, but hearing her tell him that she wasn't thinking of that, nor was she scared, helped put his mind at ease a little bit. His brain, in general, was just firing on overload, making him very glad that he was the only one occupying his head tonight and that Ignas, and apparently Danica, had both chosen a great time to disappear and leave them in peace.

With exploration came new discovery in a way that could only happen when two people became intimate like this, and what he had discovered was that she seemed to really like what he was doing. His lips, while still learning how to kiss her, appeared to be doing an admirable job, and the obvious reaction she fed back to him gave him the confidence he needed to continue what he was doing more vigorously, placing more pressure behind every kiss that pressed into her skin.

Isen hadn't felt true, honest, physical pain in nearly a decade, and he found it amusing that the first thing he felt now was the sting of her nails digging into his bare chest, something he could very much feel because of the connection they seemed to share. It cast another groan from his lips, in surprise, though the hurting sensation was not at all unpleasant, and quickly subsided into something that continued to ramp up the desire she was sparking inside of him. This was a whole different side of both of them, and with that came a sense of excitement and wonder that fueled into the other. The tug of his hair, the way her lips tried to find his, pulling him back from that one spot in particular he seemed to like toying with between her shoulder and her neck...Isen obliged, letting their lips glide together, a lithe touch that lasted but a second, but created the same, electric spark nonetheless.

"I want to." He corrected her, almost immediately. In worry of sounding a little too eager, he fell back into awkward habits. "If you do, I mean..." He laughed, under his breath. This was too silly, of course she wanted to. She had removed his shirt, she was kissing him back, moving in his lap, he needed to let go of inhibition, and the only way he knew to do that was to dive right in, head first, the way he would in a fight. He grasped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it upwards with intent to remove it. He hadn't given her a warning, so it was sure to create a bit of a snare and tangle, but together, they would remove it, and an entirely different sensation would follow when he pulled her much softer chest into the tone of his own.

This time, it was his reaction that was obvious, and he tried to withdraw his hips downwards to hide it, but there was nowhere to go. He was trapped between her bottom and the mattress, so she was sure to feel, in full, what had happened when his eyes saw the skin he had revealed, and when he felt it's touch directly into his; warm, yet soft, and all too alluring. He could have hoped she hadn't noticed, but there was no way that would be the case, so instead, he held her close and waited to see what her response would be upon realizing the true extent of the effect she was capable of having on him.
 
The relief flooding Adelaide's face was instant and she nodded slowly, slapping a hand over her mouth as she burst into laughter a moment later at his awkward comment. Neither of them seemed to know what to do with the desire that was building between them past going with the flow, and they were fumbling with their words like two teenagers who had never seen a person naked before! Come to think of it, had he ever seen a woman naked before, for any reason? Whatever the case was, she felt the desire to bare herself to him, to be the one he saw vulnerable against the darkness of the night as they gave in to each other wholly.

"I feel like an idi..." She had been able to call herself out as feeling idiotic in the middle of the awkwardness, but the hands gripping her shirt and pulling it upward were incredibly distracting. When it caught on the mass of hair that was freed from its normal braid she sputtered and made a noise of dismay, stilling his hand and working the shirt over his head with some help before her platinum locks were spilling free over pale, bare flesh at last.

Her natural instinct was to hide her partial nudity from leering eyes, her arms going to cross over her chest when she managed to stop herself and instead nervously worked her fingers through sections of tangled hair. At least in a way she was granted a reprieve from the sheer amount of hair there was to cover part of her bare breasts, but it didn't seem that the slight privacy mattered to the part of Isen that was reacting. Her hands gripped at his arms as her eyes went wide in surprise, caught off guard by the feeling of the swollen appendage pressed against her core as she wriggled around in his lap.

"You and me." Her nails pressed into his arms where she'd grabbed at him slightly, just hard enough to be felt but not enough to cause pain as she very purposely wriggled again and then brushed her lips over his, nibbling gently as she found herself caught up in the feel of him, the smell of him as she burned through the nervousness and found herself excited for what was to come.

"Get your pants off." As awkward as they were, it was clear where this was heading and she wanted nothing more than to feel him truly, connect with him in a way that joined them to each other memorably.
 
The movement of her hips was clearly intentional, and it incited the exact response that she had intended for. Not only did it cause him to freeze, it sent a shiver of sudden sensation straight through his body, the result of which made the swelling she felt against her intensify farther, straining not only against her, but against the fabric that contained Isen's lower half. The fumbling to remove her shirt had done little to dull the mood, and his hands responded by moving through her hair now, having seen her doing the same already. With them pressing inside, he was able to sweep the strands back, and over her shoulder, keeping them out of the way so that it wouldn't dull the direct contact between their skin.

He was breathing heavier, noticeably so in the way his chest rose and fell at a quickened pace, lurching to meet hers with every inhale. In place of awkwardness was an urgency, heard without question in the request, yet as she made it, she remained planted directly where she had taken her seat, making the task in question a difficult one to accomplish without relocation. Isen's fingers cascaded over her back, dipping down across her bare spine, drawing lines until both, strong palms, grabbed hearty handfuls of her rear. There was a moment of wonder as he felt the soft flesh ply beneath his grip, followed by a sequence of testing squeezes before his grip itself strengthened so that he could use it as a means of hoisting her up. He did so with ease, his strength easily allowing him to lift her weight, as well as himself, straight to his feet.

Isen turned, so that Adelaide's back would face the bed, then lowered her down onto it. From his position above her, he got a much better view of her beauty, drinking it in while he fumbled with his belt to try and remove it in a timely fashion. He managed, but after a moment of deliberation, letting the fabric of his pants drop to the floor in a heap, joining their shirts as the first of many discarded articles of clothing and, with it, he found himself now the center of attention as she was able to see much more of him than she had before. Again, although this wasn't the first time she had seen him in this state (albeit accidentally or inadvertently before), it was made much different by the physical response she had elicited, standing proudly, pointed towards her with just enough light in the darkened room to outline the definition of his body and the shape that awaited her now that he had done as she told him to.

Instead of standing there, awkwardly, he moved back towards the bed, joining her and leaning in close enough to kiss her once more, pinning her beneath him, sandwiching her between himself and the mattress in the process.
 
Moving off of his lap after demanding he take his pants off would have been her smartest move, but it wasn't like either of them were entirely clear headed. They were both so caught up in the moment and each other that she hadn't thought it through past her desire to get him unclothed, and it didn't register what she'd done until he began to move her from his lap himself. The hands on her back spanned down until they curled and gripped at her backside, testing and then lifting her up in a way that while practical, aroused her and made her wish he hadn't let go of her when he laid her down on the bed.

The way he lowered her was gentle and sweet, and the way that she saw him looking down at her was enough to make her blush and go to cover herself before she halted and allowed him to drink in the sight of her. It wouldn't do to dull the experience by hiding behind herself, and she was far more eager to get him out of his clothes and lay eyes on him than she was to preserve any sense of shyness she'd retained.

By the time she'd considered trying to aid him in removing the belt he had finally gotten it, his pants hitting the floor and displaying his bareness to her in a way that stole her breath away momentarily. She'd seen him naked on more than one occasion, but never like this, never responding in a very human way and standing at attention just awaiting her attention. It was slightly intimidating if she was being honest, her concern over his general size was only verified when she saw what was standing between his thighs eagerly pointing her way.

"You look amazing." She broke the kiss only long enough to say it, pushing at his chest and then his hips with her legs to wriggle him back just enough that she could slide out of her own bottoms before tugging him back down. "You are amazing." Her hand managed to slide between their bodies just enough to seek what she was looking for, wrapping around the hard length there as her lips sought his again and again, ravenous for the taste of him as she began a slow stroke to learn his body and its desires.
 
The sensation of feeling her touch was as mystifying now as it had been the very first time it had happened; it was something so foreign and unexpected that it had shocked him to the point where he hadn't even told her at first because he didn't understand just what it meant. Even now, he didn't quite know why it worked the way that it did, but when she was touching him in such an intimate way, he was happier now than ever to be able to feel her, and to enjoy the warmth that came with every touch of her finger tips, and every press of her skin into his. It was the most addicting thing he had ever experienced, it was the only thing he could think about. She was overtaking every one of his senses, blotting out all noise of the outside world. Tonight, there was no Tyrath, no Danica or Ignas, and certainly no DSTF. There was her, and there was him, and that's the way it needed to be.

Isen didn't need to help her remove her extra layer, she had already gotten to work on doing so, showering him with undeserved compliments that he wasn't objecting or disagreeing with in the moment. When she came back towards him, her hand had other intentions, disappearing into the space between their bodies to find her prize. This was a touch he was anticipating, given her movements, but even that expectation did little to prepare him for what it actually felt like.

He responded instantly upon being touched in a way he had never been before. His voice lowered into a groan, one aimed directly back at her, and only for her, and the length she had found responded too, pulsing against her palm in appreciation of her movements. He appreciated the fact that she was moving slow, and it was probably the best move for them given their inexperience, but he couldn't help but long for, and crave, something a little more. He would wait, of course, until they were both more comfortable, but it created the briefest of contemplation within his head about whether she had actually ever done any of this before or if she was simply moving on instinct.

If instinct was what they were following, he would give in to the same.

While she explored, he did the same, his large, rough hand moving between them as well. Rather than downwards, he ascended, cupping the bottom of the right breast. It was tentative, but his fingers pressed inwards, feeling the way it moved and responded to the pressure he exerted. As he squeezed a little harder, he felt it's weight shift, and that was what led him to being toying with it as if he were giving her a massage, feeling it out and learning how best to touch her, while training his heightened intuition on her response to pick up on how her body was reacting. If she made a noise, he'd hear it. If her breathing picked up, he'd know. He was monitoring each movement, especially as his thumb made a lithe pass over the centerpiece of the breast he had captured, coaxing her nipple to life in curiosity of what she would do in response.
 
There was a sense of relief that despite his inexperience with things of this nature, Isen was clearly enjoying the way that she touched him and wasn't feeling overly nervous or thinking of stopping. The throbbing in her hand was a telltale sign that his body enjoyed it even if his brain didn't fully understand it, and the way that he groaned so close to her ear was enough to make her shiver.

He didn't seem to be urging her to quicken the movement of her hand, too busy with his own exploration as she felt his fingers spanning and curving around her breast before gently cupping with a curious nature. Soft flesh gave way beneath the gentle prod of his fingers as he kneaded it and explored her carefully, tracing and touching before her body jerked under the sudden brush of a digit over a sensitive nipple.

"Jesus."

The speed of her hand increased slightly as her other hand settled on his arm, her hips shifting and her legs winding loosely around him to press him closer without pulling them flush against one another. She couldn't continue to stroke and coax at him if they were too close, after all, and she found herself wriggling and pressing toward the increasingly bolder explorations of his hands.

"Come here." She didn't try to stop him from what he was doing nor did she stop the insistent stroking between his thighs, but the hand laid on his arm slid upward until she was caressing his cheek and then tugging him down by his hair for another onslaught of hungry kisses.
 
Isen felt her body jerk from the touch of his finger against her nipple and wondered, if at first, it had been too rough, but that clearly wasn't the case. It caused her own hand to increase it's speed, and brought her even closer towards him. It was like she was everywhere, touching every part of him, as she pulled him closer to kiss him again. He was finding it difficult to keep up with everything, balancing three different sensations all at once, but he was keeping up well, adapting more the longer they continued and the more his body started to get used to the pleasurable feeling she was instilling into him with his hand.

Their lips devoured each other, and their hands did the same. No longer content with just using one, he found both of her breasts with his palms, treating each equally while his lips, eager to feel more of hers, indulged in each kiss until he need for air pulled him away to catch his breath. The next time he leaned forward, it wasn't towards her mouth, but instead back down towards her neck, pampering it endlessly with kisses that stretched from one shoulder to the next, across her collarbone and then downwards towards where his palms were working soft flesh. He wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, or what his next move would be, but his mouth eventually began to descend over her chest, moving across one of the captured mounds, letting his kissing continue in a descending motion until it met her nipple, replacing his finger with his mouth.

He kissed it, just once, testing, before opening his mouth next. It wasn't graceful, and there was definitely an awkwardness about it, but seeing how her body responded was enough to show him he was on the right track as he drew it between his lips, applying pressure and suckling upon it gently. His tongue lashed across it, untrained, yet eager to make her feel something new, encircling it in a meticulously slow spiral, all the while pressing his own his forwards, closer to her hand, eager for more stimulation as he felt desire building up inside of him further.

Looking up at her from where his mouth had latched, he could barely see her through the dark light of the room, but nothing looked more stunning than the slight moonlight that was filtering in, reflecting off of her perfect skin. "You're beautiful." He mumbled, his lips vibrating against the wetness he had left a top one breast as he swapped to the other, treating it's center the exact same way he had the other, applying equal attention and care to each.
 
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Her teeth caught her own lip to hush the whimper that escaped when he pulled back to breathe, and for a moment she worried that he was going to pull away entirely before he began to lower his head again. He moved right past her mouth and to the sensitive skin of her neck, forcing a soft exhale of pleasure through her lips as she released his hair and began to trace her fingers over the curvature of his back, exploring the muscle and the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.

The brush of his hair against her already sensitive skin caught her off guard and gave her pause as she glanced down, realizing that he hadn't stopped the travel of his lips at just her neck, or even her collarbone, but had descended down to where his curious fingers had elicited a literal jerk-reaction from her just moments before. For someone so inexperienced in sexual situations he seemed to be doing just fine, running on some sort of primal instinct as his lips closed over her breast and tentatively mouthed her before sucking at the flesh and causing her to arch her back.

It was the warmth of his tongue lashing out that made her gasp fill the otherwise silent room, her nails digging into his shoulder as the hand wrapped around him twitched briefly and then resumed its stroking as she managed a shaky breath. The way he was looking up at her from where his head was pressed against her chest was one of the most arousing things she'd seen in her life, and the tickle of his words vibrating against her skin was enough for another shiver to roll through her body all the way to her toes.

"So are you."

Beautiful wasn't the first word one would use to describe a man, but he was. In all of his otherworldly appearance and the gentleness he was displaying with her, he was beautiful, and she wanted him badly. She gave a wiggle to work her arm out from between them, an action that forced her more into the mouth that lavished her with attention and made her bite her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to draw attention to their room.

"I want this," She slowed the stroking motion slightly and tightened her legs around him more, drawing him closer until they were almost completely pressed together and she had him pressed securely between her thighs without actually joining them. "But, um, we might... Uh, need to go slow. You're kind of... Big." Most men would preen at the compliment she'd just given him, but Adelaide had no idea how Isen would react to being told he was large enough they needed to initiate sex slowly. Would he be too concerned and draw back? The thought made her lock her legs securely around him to hold him to her, her expression anxious as she nibbled on her lip and peered at him.
 
When she brought into question his size, it caught Isen off guard. While it was true that he was on the larger size, he didn't necessarily have any proof to judge that by, nor any idea what size he was actually supposed to be. Hearing that she seemed pleased, if not intimidated by what he was, definitely stroked his ego, but it also made him have concerns about whether or not he would actually hurt her when they finally took things to the next step. Her questioning didn't appear to be hesitancy, she seemed as eager as always, but the thought crossed his mind nonetheless as she pulled him closer, away from where his lips had been busy so that he could be pressed against her fully.

Between her thighs, he had been drawn inwards, resting against the warmth emanating from between the. Securely trapped, and having no problems with that, he braced himself by planting his palms flat against the mattress on either side of her head, easing downwards so that he was towering over her. He easily supported his own weight so as not to put more of a burden on her, but the act of doing so was causing him to brush up against her, his sensitive length responding to the sensation by pulsing, just at it had before when she first started to touch him. He was equally as warm, and far beyond aroused, the blood swelling below causing him to be completely rigid, and remarkably hard, and with the simplest shift of his hips, the crown of his shaft touched a place more sacred. Seeing how this made both of them feel caused him to repeat it, a second time, this one on purpose, to try and elicit some sort of response from her. The sounds she made were like music to his ears, and he wished to hear more of them.

"Slow." He repeated to her, with a nod of his head, looking straight into her eyes. Though the room was dark, her gaze was shining, as always, and he could feel every inch of her body as though he had never been numbed to the feeling of touch before at all. His breathing was heavy, though he didn't notice it, and he was far more nervous than he was willing to admit when he thought of what came next, but it did nothing to dull his passion for her, or the erection she had created and cultivated to push him to this point.

"Have you ever...?" He asked, breathing hard, his breath filtering down against her lips. He shook his head. It didn't matter. What mattered was now, and what they were about to do, joining together as one in the most beautiful, and whole, way they could.

Inexperience reared it's ugly head as he reached down between them, trying to figure out the right angle, the correct position. He gripped himself and tried a couple of times to varying degrees of success. It wasn't an unpleasant result, regardless, as the way it felt to be pressed against her, rubbing back and forth between his legs, was a pleasurable one, but it wasn't what either of them wanted. This continued a few more times as he used her for guidance, finally finding just the right angle and...

"Fuck..." He breathed out, his eyes shutting instantly as he pushed, feeling each inch engulfed bit by bit until nothing remained free and he was completely and totally buried within her. How was he ever going to top this feeling?
 
He seemed startled by her compliment and she almost laughed, biting back the noise and delighting in the look on his face as they tried to figure out their next step to achieving what they both wanted. When he caged her in with a large hand on either side of her head she uttered a quiet gasp, looking up at him nervously but making absolutely no move to stop him or even shift away. Her nervousness was at the awkwardness of it all, the fact that she didn't want to mess anything up and ruin the experience for him, not the way that he was trapping her beneath him on the bed. In fact, there was something alluring about being caged beneath him like that, about the fact that he was being so gentle despite the difference in size between them.

Then he shifted his hips and brushed against her, her hand falling away from between them as she rolled her own hips toward him and tried to line them up correctly to get prepared for the finality of this. The way he brushed and pulsed against her was enough for her to shiver in anticipation and grip at his arms instinctively, her eyes focused on him despite the way that her lower half was trying to shift and rub itself against him greedily in anticipation.

"Slow." She managed a breathless agreement as she felt just the tip breaching her warmth, making her crave more of that delicious heat and contact as she did her best not to wriggle too much and force the action. It was difficult but she managed to restrain herself somehow, her nails leaving little crescents in his arms as she suddenly found herself caught off guard by his question.

"Have I... Oh." Her cheeks flushed even darker than they had been previously and she looked away for a moment before giving a quick shake of her head and returning her gaze to him. She'd come close before, but never completed the act with another person and was suddenly finding herself very thankful it had waited until this moment.

She shifted slightly when he slid an arm between them and tried to situate better, finding that their large height difference was making getting started a bit awkward. Hands explored and stroked as they tested out some slightly different angles and motions before settling into a proper spot, her backside raised slightly as she tightened her legs around his hips and felt him sliding home with a satisfying sink into her heat.

"Fuck, Isen." She echoed the curse as her body shook, wrapped so tightly around him as it adjusted to the delectable intrusion and she focused on taking steady breaths to compensate. It wasn't painful so much as awkward as her body adjusted to the girth and began to relax, her face pressed against his neck as she took a shaky breath and then nodded slowly.

"I'm alright. Are you?"
 
Isen steadied himself, or at least as best as he could given the shockwaves this was sending through his body. He was feeling every single bit of it, a pleasurable thrill extending to every part of him, but he was doing his best not to give in to anything carnal. There was an urge inside of him, sparked by the connection they had created, to start moving again, to throw caution to the wind of reckless abandon, but he couldn't do that to her. He needed to ease them both in, especially since he could tell that it had caused her a bit of discomfort when he had pushed himself inside.

Still, it was a relief that he had gotten it right, and that instilled confidence to replace the awkward doubt that crept in when he had fumbled the first couple of tries.

"I'm good." He told her, but his voice said otherwise. It was labored, like he was lost in something; her. "More than good..." He added, trying to catch his breath, his arms still holding him aloft but his lower body pressing down onto hers, adding some extra pressure to be certain that he had pushed himself inside as far as he possibly could.

"I'm going to start..." He trailed off, not finishing his sentence. This was partly because he couldn't find the words, but also because the motion of withdrawing, even half way, drove him crazy with ecstasy, flooding his brain. She clung to him, to every inch, as he tried to pull out, making it nearly impossible to do so. By the time he had partly escaped, he felt an irresistible urge to push back in, so that was exactly what he did, expelling a grunt afterwards. His lips found hers, mainly just to silence himself, but they were quickly back down towards her neck as he started to rock his hips, slowly.

He wasn't sure this was what he was meant to be doing, but it felt too good to be wrong.

Lips explored now-familiar territory as he lifted himself up, again, before pushing his hips back down a second time, a little more forceful than the first. He was still taking his time, but each thrust was becoming more powerful than the last, causing the bed to rock against the wall, rattling the headboard and forcing him to bite down, roughly, against her shoulder, to silence the almost-primal noise her body was drawing from him.
 
For a moment Adelaide doubted what he said when she caught how winded he sounded, but then he repeated it and she realized that it seemed like he was trying to hold back for now. The way that his body was pressing down on hers more despite his arms holding him up was a telltale sign he was trying to keep them as firmly pressed together as he could, and it was something she was more than okay with now that he was finally inside her.

"Wh-What?" She'd gone to question what he had cut himself off from saying when he began to draw back, and her head fell back simultaneously against the bed as she felt the torturous draw back of his body and tried desperately to stop him from retreating. It had been on instinct the way that she clung to him, trying to halt the absence of him fully inside her but unable to fight his strength as he drew himself partly back and hovered there momentarily before sinking back down.

It was a miracle he'd chosen to kiss her when he did, her moan muffled against their softness as he sank fully into her and her hips met the thrust eagerly, greedily as she pressed toward the pleasure. The sound broke the air for a second when his lips left hers and coasted down her neck again, causing her back to rise and her body to press toward him as she met the rock of his hips with her own and tried to match the rhythm.

There was a part of her that was thankful for how slow his movements were, but the other part of her craved more, desperately wriggling toward him and trying to close the distance when he drew back and sank into her so slowly she thought she might expire if he took any longer. It was only the force of his slow thrusts that sated her enough to stop from clawing at him like a frenzied animal, stretching and filling her in such a way that she struggled to keep herself from making noise. The bed, it seemed, was doing that enough to make up for it, but she barely noticed that when his teeth sank into her shoulders and her back arched to press her into the mix of pain and pleasure.

"Isen." She whimpered his name, her arms winding around to grab at his back, her nails dragging lines down flesh as she pressed her lips against his chest to muffle her own noises while she writhed against him. "Don't stop." She broke contact long enough to shakily utter the words, drawing him in tighter with each thrust by the force of her legs locked around him and her hands clutching at his back.

"You're not going to hurt me, it's okay. Don't stop, fuck." The last word was drawn out on a sort of strangled whimper as her teeth found his skin now, sinking in at the crook of his neck where she'd drug him down without realizing and anchored herself to withstand the strength of each purposeful rock of his hips. "You feel amazing."
 
The final strand of Isen's worry had been holding steady, preventing him from pushing too hard, from going too fast. He knew she had told him before that he didn't need to be worried about that, but he cared about her too much to risk accidentally hurting her, especially in a moment like this where he knew she was trusting him completely with herself, and with her body. Despite how overwhelming it felt, and how he craved and longed to feel it a thousand times more, he gritted his teeth and fought back the animalistic urge inside of him to ravish her with every ounce of strength he had in his body. And then, she started whimpering to him about how he shouldn't stop, practically begging him to let go.

His lips found hers, silencing her voice not because he wasn't enjoying what she was saying, or the way she was saying it, but because he wanted to help brace her for what came next. Inexperience was always a factor, but this just felt right, he was going off of instinct and desire and everything it had led him to do so far had worked out, so why not try again? Isen kept one hand hoisting him up, while the other roamed across her body, moving from her shoulder downwards, over her chest before pressing his fingers roughly into her hip, holding her in place as his own began to move faster.

The first couple of pushes were forceful, yet slow, but they were only the beginning. Tentative movements eventually melted into something more as he let go of his worries and focused on what he wanted; to feel more of her, and to drive her absolutely crazy with carnal desire. His size stretched her with each push, withdrawing half way before pushing back in again, pinning her rear directly back into the mattress. The force of each movement, and the increasing speed, left little to the imagination for anyone outside as to what was happening as the bed was creaking and pounding into the wall more frequently now, and it was getting louder every time. And Isen didn't care who heard it.

As if that wasn't enough of a sign, Isen was also losing his own control over the way his body was reacting as well. He was moaning for her. His voice started low, and faint, but the better it began to feel, the more he did exactly what she wanted and let go. His lips used hers to try and hush some of the sounds, occasionally moving into her neck, while his fingers ascended back towards her chest, trying to combine two sensations at once with his fingers wrapping around one of her nipples and giving it a delicate tug. Experimenting with how this would supplement what she was already feeling, he spoke her name breathlessly, feeling such an odd sensation building in his lower body.

"Is this...is this okay?" He asked, his lips brushing against hers. "Fuck...this feels...you feel...incredible." He simply stated, unsure of what else to say as his mind was far too clouded and occupied by the physical motion that was keeping his body sealed to her, and his throbbing length sheathed firmly inside of her, massaged by her tight walls with every shift of her hips and clung to every time he tried to pull back to prepare another press forward. "I don't know what you're doing to me." He told her next, but it was a compliment above all else. "But don't stop. I want to feel everything..."

The openness he was displaying with her was further proof of the bond they shared, and how he trusted her, making it clear this was a two way street. He would have never shown this kind of weakness with anybody else. He was the Reaper, after all, he was supposed to be strong and yet, she had reduced his outer shell, forcing him to embrace his most intimate desires in a way he would have never dreamed, and the pleasure he was deriving from it was making his head spin. Feeling her touch after being numb to feeling anything else for almost a decade just amplified this entirely; this was the first time he had ever been pleased in this way, and his body was still trying to figure out how to handle that. It was making his head swim, his heart race, and his entire body felt on fire.

"I love you." He told her next, as his teeth found her shoulder once more, sinking in to bite her a second time, no doubt leaving behind another mark to join the first when they checked the aftermath in the morning, a crime scene littered by discarded clothes, a damaged bed frame, and indentations in the wall from where the headboard was being repeatedly smashed against it's surface.
 
Whether the force of his lips had been meant to silence or distract her she wasn't sure, but the kiss stole her breath for a moment as she felt the subtle shift of his weight and the wander of his hand. The way it coasted over her skin with a certain gentleness only to abruptly change as it centered on her hip, grabbing and holding her firmly as she felt the increase in his movements and shuddered in anticipation.

Watching him come unwound above her was a beautiful thing. From the way he was sinking into her more forcefully with each draw back and thrust forward to the way he was tentatively picking up speed until the bed began to show signs of their actions, it was all coming together in a way that had her aching wonderfully in so many ways. The pleasant throbbing between her thighs when he paused only to draw back partially and then claim her with another rough thrust, the bite of his nails in her hip as he trapped her beneath him and claimed what he desired with a primal need.

The creaking of the bed went unheard at first before she finally realized it was making noise, and when she realized that the bed itself was making impact with the wall she almost paused to try and rectify that before deciding that there wasn't a chance in heaven or hell she was stopping now that they'd started. Shy of someone bursting into the room and screaming at them to keep it down or an attack on their lives right then, nothing was going to remove her from Isen's arms or the bed they now shared... Especially not when she realized he was making noise for her.

It was such a delightful sound and caught her off guard as she gazed up at him, catching sight of parted lips and feeling the vibration of his moans when their chests pressed together and she clung to him with ragged breaths. The way he tried to muffle himself against her lips only made her strive to draw the noises from his lips more, her back arching and her hips rolling into his as she drew him back in with her legs every time he pulled too far from her.

The lips feathering across her neck coupled with the sudden pinch of her nipple made her buck her hips and whimper in delight, the noise partially muffled against his skin as she desperately clawed at his back and moved against him without pause. It was a delightful combination of sensations that clouded her mind as he began to speak, and she just barely caught the sound of her name followed by a question of her well-being.

"More than okay." She gave him a breathless smile and a nod before her hands moved to his face, cradling it with a surprisingly tender touch even as her body trembled and she urged him on with the presence of her legs locked around his waist. "No stopping." She shook her head. "No stopping, you feel too good." All doubts or worries were long gone in the throes of pleasure and the way their bodies were entwined, tangled together and bonded in a way she was entirely unfamiliar with up until this moment.

"I love you too, fuck!" Her words cut off into a curse abruptly when his teeth found the sensitive skin and sank down again, a mixture of pleasure and pain fighting for dominance as her hands clutched at his arms and sought to find an anchor for the overwhelming pleasure washing over her now. It all happened so fast as her back arched off the bed and pressed her into him firmly, her nails drawing lines in his skin as her teeth found purchase in his shoulder to mirror the action as an orgasm rippled through her and left her clinging to him with heavy pants and shaking limbs.

Holy shit.
 
For Isen, there was nothing more satisfying than the way she was responding to his actions. It was a matter of confidence now, replacing the tepid and worried inexperience from before with a genuine need and drive to give her everything that he had and then some. Noise and action collided in a perfect storm to overload his enhanced senses, heavy breathing and groans accompanying every powerful push of his hips, establishing a rhythm that was surprisingly steady, and only seemed to be continuing to pick up pace and force the longer their bodies continued to be connected in this manner. The tapping of the headboard against the wall, though loud, was not nearly powerful enough a distraction to take his mind off of her, or what they were doing, or to even care what ramifications making such noise in the middle of the night might have on them when they returned to the others in the morning.

Something was starting to change in Adelaide's demeanor, and in her response, and Isen took notice of it almost immediately with how closely he had been paying attention. Her back arched and she nearly lost all of her breath, her body shaking uncontrollably against him before going rigid immediately afterwards. The immediate response was that he had hurt her, but that was quickly pushed aside by the sounds she was making, and how tightly she wrapped around him, keeping him inside, massaging his sensitive shaft in a way he had never felt before. It was too much, she was too much.

As an orgasm grasped Adelaide's body and shook her down to her core, the same was rapidly encroaching upon an Isen who had little idea what this feeling was save for the craving feeling of his body begging him to give in to it and just let it happen. Soon, he began to feel the exact same, indescribable high as she did, casting abandon to the wind with one final, deep push of himself inside of her before it happened.

He didn't have time to pull away, it was too much, too quickly. He erupted between her thighs, releasing several, pent up bursts of his seed, and with it, his larger form began to shake, humming with delight that shut his eyes tightly. His finger tips pressed so hard against her breast that he was worried he'd leave a bruise behind, his hips bucking downwards, pinning her as he let out a pure, unfiltered moan that trailed off into the slightest whimper before he took in a deep breath, gasping to take back the air that had been stolen from his lungs.

"What was..." He whispered, head spinning, trying to catch his bearings. "You just...wow..." He continued, giving up on trying to form words. He simply rested a top her as he came back down, still erect and trapped inside of her, unaware of the mess that he had made when he experienced his first, true orgasm, and was left now to bask in the afterglow of confusion, blissfully unaware of where he had finished.
 
That was definitely going to bruise, but that was the least of her worries.

It took several moments for her body to unwind enough to register what had just happened, and when she finally had a semblance of coherency in her brain, Adelaide realized with a small amount of dismay she had never thought to tell Isen to pull out. The feeling lasted for only a moment before she decided that it was a problem for the morning, the chances of someone possessed by a demon being able to father children seemed virtually nonexistent, and they couldn't change what had happened now so she wasn't going to ruin the moment with worry.

"Yeah, wow is right." She sighed happily and chuckled, tracing her fingers along his back gently before patting at him with a small groan. "You're heavy, though, Isen. Move over." She laughed again and waited for him to draw back, hissing in a moment of displeasure as their bodies parted and she was suddenly deprived of the full warmth he'd been providing while lodged inside of her.

"Come here." She wriggled over until they found a comfortable way to cuddle up in the creation of their own mess, sweat covered but basking in the aftermath of what they'd done. The matter of showering and dealing with the sheets they'd ruined could be dealt with in the morning, but for the moment all she cared about was creating as much contact between them as she possibly could.

"I'm glad you were my first. You were worth the wait."
 
Isen laughed along with her as she called him out on his heaviness, rolling over onto his back, taking up residency beside her on the bed rather than on top of her. "Sorry." He mumbled, though he wasn't seriously apologizing, angling himself so that he could towards her, across the pillow, until she moved close enough to once more connect their bodies through the mess they had left behind them. His arm lazily lifted to rest around her shoulders, drawing her as close as possible, while his breathing began to normalize, slowing the rapid rise and fall of his chest into something normal and reserved.

"I am as well." Came his response. Had he been capable of sleeping, he would have been on the verge of passing out then and there, tired from the exhaustion and high off of the euphoria he had experienced with her, but he wasn't going to be able to close his eyes and find that relief the way that he knew she needed to.

His arm coiled a little tighter, his lips pressing against the side of her forehead, leaving a gentle, loving kiss wherever they could best reach. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day." He told her, concerned for her well-being, especially given that their escapades had taken them rather late into the night already. Though she could likely barely see the way he was looking at her, it was a gaze of adoration beyond that worry, one that expressed far more than his words could ever say.
 
"No kidding. I'm trying not to think about tomorrow yet, let me bask in the sex high." She swatted at him with a quiet laugh and settled in properly against him with a content sigh. "I'll sleep shortly. I'm just going to clean up real quick once my legs work in a moment." She laid there for another minute or two before reluctantly unwinding herself and half stumbling to the attached bathroom, inhaling sharply at the sight of herself in the mirror.

Not only was her undone hair an absolute disaster from their time rolling around in the bed, but there were distinct teeth marks in her skin and a bruise on her chest and what appeared to be small dots along her hip suspiciously shaped like fingerprints. Oh, there was no getting away from the evidence of this, not that she had any desire to erase it despite the teasing she might endure for anything not hidden from sight.

She didn't take long in the bathroom due to the incessant shaking of her legs, and soon enough she was back in the bed without bothering to put her clothes back on. There seemed little point in making a mess of them too, with what was still dripping persistently from between her thighs. That was going to be a conversation for tomorrow, and the thought of trying to explain the nuances of the pull out method to Isen made her groan internally as she snuggled up and closed her eyes.

"Good night, Isen."

She wasn't overly pleased to wake and leave the bed the next morning, grumbling quietly to herself as she gathered everything needed and disappeared to the shower. It was taken quickly before she dressed and headed out to the kitchen, waving her hands around her head and working her fingers through her hair with a brief spell to dry the damp locks enough to where they weren't dripping all over Tyrath's house. Bad enough they'd ruined his sheets doing... Well, yeah.

"Seems like everyone had an interesting night."

Tyrath was already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee between his clawed hands looking very weary, and Isabella was awkwardly fidgeting at the counter preparing a fresh one. Her cheeks went bright red at Tyrath's words as Adelaide looked around curiously, trying to figure out why the room seemed so tense when she'd just entered. Whatever it was, hopefully it would be calm by the time Isen got out of the shower and joined them momentarily.

"I said I was sorry! Besides, it's not like we actually did it, unlike those two!"

Well, that cat was apparently out of the bag.

"I'm less concerned about the matter of whether or not you 'did it', as you so crudely put it, and more concerned about the fact that the swordsman is nowhere to be seen."

"He's... Not feeling well." The color faded from Isabella's face as she gripped the counter tightly, and Adelaide could see the tension was probably the only thing keeping the vampire upright as she took a deep breath and shook her head. "He's getting worse. I don't know how much longer he has and he won't let me help him." The frustration was clear in her voice as she released the counter and awkwardly poured a cup of coffee, then paused and poured a second to hold out to Adelaide without meeting her eyes.

"Whatever. Let's just focus on what the plan is going forward."
 
Adelaide had fallen asleep fairly quickly, leaving Isen to do what he normally did at night, only this time, he did so with a sense of fulfillment inside of him that he had rarely remembered how to feel. They had taken a step far beyond what he had expected would be possible, especially when they had met that one night in the blizzard, and though they had been through so much in so little, the connection it had created was stronger than any bond he had forged, whether human or otherwise.

He held her through the night, letting her rest peacefully, his senses alert to monitor the rest of the building. It was quiet, mostly, save for the occasional cough from Takami in another room, quickly followed by some comforting from a worried Isabella. Isen made note to check on him in the morning, leaving him to sleep as humans required. He thought about, instead, meeting with Isabella to ask her, since the two of them wouldn't be bothered by a midnight meeting, but he was too tangled up in Adelaide to risk moving without waking her, so he remained still until she woke on her own and disappeared to take a shower.

Isen remained behind after kissing her a good morning, before excusing himself to check the perimeter outside. He quickly realized that Ignas was back, but the two shared no conversation just yet.

When Isen returned inside, he did so in the middle of their conversation. As he suspected, Takami had gone through a rough night, but Isabella didn't seem privy to talk about it. Furthermore, Tyrath seemed weary, but it didn't connect in his head why that might have been the case. Whoops.

"I thought we already had the plan." Isen said, interjecting. "I'm more concerned about Takami right now. His situation is...troublesome." When Isen realized face-to-face that Isabella was having none of this right now, he backpedalled, awkwardly, his eyes meeting Adelaide's for a brief moment to check on her before relocating his gaze towards the other demon in the room. "...your friends are coming today, right?

"That's exactly what we need around here. More demons!" Ignas seemed to be back to his old self, at least. "We will do what you want, but do not forget...we must lay Clara to rest today."

The funeral hadn't happened yet, even though it felt like so much time had already passed from the moment Clara breathed her final breath. This was something they needed to do, but Isen loathed the idea of attending another funeral so shortly after Samara's. How many more allies and loved ones would they lose before this was all over? He looked over at Adelaide, once again, sighing beneath his breath. "We'll make sure of it, Ignas."
 
Not feeling well was probably an understatement. If Takami wasn't in the room and Isabella was refusing to talk about it past the vagueness of the statement she'd just made, it was probably very, very bad, and even though they knew this day would come Adelaide hadn't expected it to come now.

"We have a basic plan but none of that means anything until we actually get moving." Isabella glared at Isen clearly enough that he was backpedaling quickly and looking away, only for Adelaide to shake her head at him and sip her coffee in silence. She knew better than to get into it with the vampire first thing in the morning, especially when the other woman was clearly at the end of her emotional rope.

"I've already reached out to several. I am not certain how many will arrive today and how many need more time to prepare. We weren't expecting things to devolve as rapidly as they did, at least not with your involvement. Things have changed in a way we didn't expect fifty years ago."

"You've been worried about this for fifty years?"

Tyrath shot Adelaide a look as weary as his initial one and then shrugged, swirling his cup around before sucking down the last of the coffee and placing it back down on the table.

"Not just Malakai, but there's always been a loose contingency plan thought out for a scenario like this. Do you really think Malakai is the first demon in our history to try and rule over our kind by brute force and power? He may be the first with the powers that he has, but it's certainly not the first time a demon has tried to lay claim to a throne they don't deserve, and it won't be the last considering how long our people live."

"We'll get it done so we can focus on the big stuff, Ignas." Adelaide sighed. "Hopefully it will be the last grave we make." Though with how Takami's health was rapidly declining, she had a feeling they'd be digging another one all too soon.

"We can bury her this morning. Here. Away from the city and intruders, where you can visit whenever you'd like." An offer that while kind, wasn't entirely useful considering the fact that Ignas was going into the oncoming fight knowing he might perish regardless of whether or not he was separated from Isen. "Before anyone comes. There's a spot not far from my home, near the water. The flowers grow in abundance there, she always loved seeing the first blooms of the year."
 
"There have been dozens who have tried." Ignas added more context to what Tyrath had been saying. "And yet, the throne remained empty, for hundreds of years...perhaps for good reason. It's one thing to wish to rule strictly for power, but power alone is not enough to sway the wicked hearts of all demonkind. I doubt Tyrath, or any of his friends, would have bowed to Malakai if he was their ruler."

"But they wanted you?"

"They...considered it...but I didn't want it in return. And when your other candidate is Danica, well..." Ignas trailed off, causing Isen to brace his ears for whatever shriek the demon would give in response to that parting shot.

He listened to Tyrath speak of what they were to do with Clara, and Isen nodded on behalf of Ignas, who spoke instead. "Thank you, Tyrath. I do not use those words often, but I wish to use them now."

"...I agree, though." Isen's voice broke the awkwardness, moving next to what was on his mind, shifting the conversation away from Ignas and Clara momentarily. "I'm tried of digging graves, and setting our allies to rest. But since we're having a discussion about this, there's something I've been meaning to ask."

Isen waited for a response from either Tyrath or Ignas that it would be okay to continue with his questioning.

"The Calling. For Malakai to use it and bring all of those demons to him, underneath his control...I believe it's safe to assume he hasn't gone through all of that trouble just to kill Ignas and the rest of us. With what you both just said, this feels like part of his bid for the throne. If he needed demonkind to believe him, or want him to rule, he has an entire army serving him right now...that's about as unanimous of a decision as you're going to find."

"I've considered the possibility that this is all part of that plan...but at risk of sounding egotistical, I do believe part of whatever plan it is he's making has to be trying to take us out of the equation. He still sees me as a threat to what he wants, and Adelaide as a threat to what his human host wants. Two birds, one stone, I believe you called it once before?"

Isen would have laughed at that, given confused they had been over that idiom before, but humor wasn't exactly on his mind right now. He looked over at Adelaide, again, silently, remembering what it was he was trying to protect.

"Then how do we create a Calling of our own?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You. It has to be you, I don't trust Tyrath enough, yet, to entrust him with even more demons...and Danica is off the list as well, but I know you. I trust you, now. So, how do we do to you what Malakai has done to himself?"
 
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