The Demon’s Bride

Elise felt the need to curl her body into a ball when his finger move in a curl movement. Her hand crumpled into a fist in front of her mouth, trying to muffle the embarrassing moans that came from her mouth. Ian on the other hand, watched her with a tantalizing expression, as if he was enjoying what he sees and consume her in his thoughts. 

Elise drives all the sexual tension inside him and turned him on in the way no one ever did. The way she silently covered her mouth as if trying not to let her sweet voice to echo in her own ears, tempt him to bully her a little more. 

"What are you doing?" he suddenly asked her and Elise felt a sudden empty feeling inside her when he pulled his finger outside from her entrance. 

Her dewy eyes look at him dazedly. The same question appeared in her mind, "What's wrong?" she returned his question. 

"Your mouth," Ian pointed, pulling her waist to his strong arm in a matter of second, and Elise felt her body straightened as she sat on her knees over the bed. "You keep covering your mouth and your voice that I love."

"But it's embarrassing to hear my own voice," said Elise. Perhaps not for Ian, but it was embarrassing for her to here her own voice. She never knew she could sound that way— where all voice and even the little sighs that escape from her lips sounded like a sweet desirous plea, as if she was asking Ian to do more, and perhaps that was what her body wanted. But that made her shy. It was a foreign thought to Elise that she could be so needy to sexual pleasure. 

"You promised you would listen to my selfishness, and it is my selfishness to hear your voice," saying this, his fingers went toward her bosom, cupping the fullness of her curves with a soft grasp. Almost instantly, her hand flew to wrap her mouth, wanting to conceal the voice. "That won't do, Elise," he reminded.

"I can't," she whispered back, her feet curl deeper to the sheet when she felt his lips traveling on her inner thighs, placing a deep kiss and sucking the skin there. "It's a conditional reflex for me to cover my mouth," she said honestly, it was hard for her to control her body when she became wanton from his play of lust. 

"Hm, come here," Ian said before hugging her to his embrace, she turned her body so her back face her front. His lips travel from the side of her face, torturously slow toward her ears and he nipped when he reached to her pale back. "The gown is starting to get in the way, should I rip it?" the question was to himself, but Elise's eyes immediately snapped wide at his question.

"No, don't," Elise stopped him as she felt his finger tug lightly on the back of her dress, his fingers were strong, and Elise had seen to what extent was his power, she was worried if he pulled his fingers a little more, and he would shred the dress. 

She looked to her right, to meet his eyes, "This is the first gown I receive from you, I don't want it to be ripped."

"Even though I can make you hundreds more?"

"This gown is different," said Elise to see the smile on Ian's lips widening, he knew what he thought but still asked her as if to test her which something very much he would do. "It's very meaningful to me because it's the first gown I receive from you."

The memory on the very dress she wore now stay in a different place to her heart, and to see it torn would not something she would like to see. 

Ian them chuckled, confirming to Elise's guess that he had tried to test her a moment ago. "Okay then, whatever my sweet bride wish, I will do everything in my side to grant your wish," saying this he snapped his hand, having all the ribbons that secured the dress tightly loosened suddenly. Ian pulled away the dress from her body and the petticoats, leaving her with her chemise and white stockings. 

Elise's fingers found itself quickly settle on the shirt of Ian's arm and it tightened when she felt him beginn to tease her again. His movements were erotic, diminishing her last train of thoughts that could settle in her mind, pushing it to the back. At the moment, Elise couldn't speak much less think. When she felt a deep tingling feeling from inside her core being rubbed, her body curled and her head was thrown to his shoulders. 

Droplets of sweats covered her forehead like a layer of thin invisible sheet. Elise curled her lips when a blooming moan wanted to float from her mouth, but as if knowing this, Ian pushed two fingers of his other hands that was idle between her teeth to stop her from shushing the voice that he thought as lovely.

In result a louder moan came from her lips. Unable to hold back, Elise's legs that were spread between his legs widened, her hips raised when an electrifying feeling stinging her body in a buoyant. 

Feeling her core becoming wetter, Ian seized her lips, stirring her tongue and left her lips for a silver string of saliva to drop like a web string. His movement gradually became faster, "W-Wait!" helplessly, Elise cried when the pleasure turn swollen and the need to release came over her. "

The more she pleaded for him to slow down, Ian did the opposite of her wish. He did promise to grant every wishes she made, but in this case, he knows more than her that instead of waiting, what her body needed was for him to move his fingers inside her faster, rubbing and pressing the sweet spot of hers for a sweeter cry to erupt from her lips.

Elise couldn't hold back any longer, her legs tried to squeeze together but was stopped with Ian's legs between her, her mouth couldn't close either which only left her to tighten her grip on his upper arm, clawing deeply without noticing it, but Ian didn't mind it. The wound from her nail he received now only became a reward for him.

A sudden electric-like pleasure zapped her entire body, her eyes flew back like the way her neck did to rest on Ian's right shoulder while her back curl into an arc. Her legs quake and even though Ian's finger had left the wet folds that continuously tighten and squirm between his two finger earlier, she could still feel all her muscle throbbing from pleasure.

Her heartbeat was still fast from what she did and she felt her body turn slack as if she had been tired from doing an intense exercise, which perhaps she did. Ian rubbed her sensitive spot once again to receive a stifled moan from her. 

With a deep silvery voice from wild desire, Ian parted to whisper beside Elise's ears, "How did it feel?" he questioned only when the trance flavor on her eyes had disappeared.

Elise pulled her thumb to her teeth, nibbling to it to make herself awake from what she felt earlier. In a still dazed and hazy voice she replied, "Good."

"Only good?" was another question from Ian and she spotted his grin.

Elise closed her eyes to let the tears that hampered her sight and added, "Very."

"You did great too earlier," Ian praised her, and kissed her forehead to fill Elise with another swam of warmth. He pulled her legs and placed both on his laps, letting her sit there as he moved toward the pillows on the headrest of the bed, and have her to rest at the bed beside the place where he rested on.

Pulling the blanket to cover her lower body, Elise stared at his face in the darkness. She saw what might have seen like his smile, but she wasn't able to see it clrealy because the lack of light. At time, Ian questioned, "Is it fun to watch how handsome your future groom is?"

"It's dark, I can't see you well," replied Elise, watching his lips tugged to a smile.

With a single snap of his finger, the flame lit on the candlestick that settled beside Elise's side. The bed Ian used had canopy which covered his back side, therefore giving the shadow and light a contour to his face. Seeing his face, Elise begin to note his strong feature, as if to burn how he look to her memory so she would never forgot it, and she didn't know why she thought so when she would never forget him. 

"How about now?" he asked, placing his hand on her neck to move her hair that stock to her skin with the sweat she produced. 

"I can see you better," she replied, her eyes looked at him, meeting his red eyes a curiosity came on her eyes, "Do you look different than when you are a human?"

Ian playfully twirled his hand on her skin, "Other than my horns and wings, I am still the same."

She hummed, her curiosity was no less than a cat's, receiving answer, she wanted to know more, "Do you acquire your look from your mother's side or your father's?"

Ian moved his eyes from hers, as if trying to pull an old memory, "My mother's side, I guess. She told me when I was young of how I looked like more like my uncle. When my mother was young, she was brought up by him."

"Where is he now?" she then asked him.

"I don't know, he had died maybe," Ian looked rather uninterested about his uncle, "my mother rarely speaks about him, only when she recalled of him at some moments. Even when I asked about him, she didn't tell me."

Elise's eyes brightened to hear about his family. Even if Ian's family are not here, she was happy to know about them from him. "You promised me to reveal everything about your past, remember?"

Ian let out a breathy chuckle, "Yes, I did. Do you want to hear it now?" and Elise immediately nodded vigorously. "But I don't think it would be pleasing for you to hear now especially before you are about to sleep."

"I am fine," she assured, bringing her hand to his other hand that rested on the comfy white sheet, she squeezed his hand lightly, "I want to know everything about you."