Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

[DarkMudkip]

The ribbon around their hands was tied in a delicate knot and the demons all cheered in a language Nana didn't know.

 

[Jikkah]

Was that all? They were wed now? She had expected to feel something more, pain maybe? She wasn’t entirely sure, standing as still as ever.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Well, it's offical.." Lucifer smiled and the ribbon burned away harmlessly, "We're husband and wife now."

 

[Jikkah]

“Yes..” She said softly, trying to let go of his hand and pull away, frowning softly.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He let her, surprisingly, and made a noise, "Shall we head home? Consummate our binding?"

 

[Jikkah]

She turned her head away. “I’m tired... I just want to go home..” She muttered softly.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"Tired?" He repeated, "You don't have to try and lie to me, Nana."

 

[Jikkah]

“No... it’s fine..” She muttered. “We can return home..” She said softly.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, they were home. He moved to kiss her neck and shoulder gently, hoping to help convince her.

 

[Jikkah]

Her face flushed, growing a bit tense, but she shifted so her neck was more exposed to him.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He pet her arms slowly through the sleeves of her gown, trying to be gentle and intimate with her.

 

[Jikkah]

His petting was slowly exciting her, feeling her ears heat up, letting out a soft noise.

 

[DarkMudkip]

There we go. He helped her to the bed and laid her down gently, continuing to kiss along her exposed skin.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana laid back on the bed, letting him crawl on top of her, his attention starting to excite her quite a bit.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He could tell, and he tried not to let it go to his head. His hand slipped under her gown and pet her body slowly.

 

[Jikkah]

She let out a soft whimper when he stroked her thigh, guilt making her face flush. She hated that he made her feel that good, it made her feel disgusting.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He pulled the gown from her body and kissed her as he undressed himself.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana instinctively covered her breasts, leaning her head back and letting him pull the gown off of her.

 

[DarkMudkip]

"You don't have to hide from me.." He was gentle, patient even, as he tried to gingerly pull her hands away.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana let him pull her hands away, nodding silently, she’d just allow him to do as he pleased.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He was gentle with her, as gentle as gentle goes for Satan. By the end of the night, he had her on all fours with her head pressed into the pillows.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana was embarrassed to be in such a position, squirming a bit, and trying to look back at him.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He barely let her with how he held her, his other hand on her hip to help guide hinself and keep steady.

 

[Jikkah]

Nana gripped the pillow tightly, face flush as she relented trying to look at him; she was shameful, finding such twisted pleasure in how he pinned her down and took her. She scolded herself mentally, but physically her thighs were trembling from the pleasure.

 

[DarkMudkip]

He was rather forthcoming in terms of her pleasure, making sure she enjoyed herself as well.