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[That comment does, genuinely, make him smile. He's heard it before from Naoya, but this is different. This, she means with his attitude, and not the sheer power he holds, or the fact that he's someone who has been dead so long that's just been reincarnated.

It... makes him feel better, actually. To have someone completely not in the know say something. All she knows is that he's the King of Demons.

There's no humanity left in him, but comments like that make it a little easier to bear.]

Gotta say, you'd be putting the crown on me yourself if you'd seen the other demons in the running.

[Demons who are very much still present inside him, but they're thankfully quiet for the moment. He leans in, presses his forehead to hers, grinning. One eye turns back to blue from where it'd been red in that moment.]

They'd be far, far more willing to eat you.

I guess we're both lucky, then. I'll pass on meeting them.

[ Because what the hell man. You can't just drop a line like that all of a sudden? It certainly sends a chill down her spine, and not in a good way. His eye turning red doesn't make things any better, either. For once, she felt actual fear for a second.

Weiss truly does hate appearing vulnerable in front of others, though. Despite the position they're in, she keeps her chin up. Their foreheads are pressed together, their faces so close, so she doesn't need to make her voice so loud. ]

I doubt you'd let that happen, anyway. Who are you going to bite if they eat me?

[He laughs again in response. She doesn't know, it's not her fault.]

I consumed all of the other demons that were in the running for being king of all demons. They're part of me now. But as for who I'd bite if you did get eaten... I'm sure I could find someone else around here. Maybe not as tasty though.

[But! He did catch that quick scent of fear, and he doesn't want to make her afraid. So it's time to do something incredibly silly, and kiss the tip of her nose. Just something to hopefully make it obvious that he's not about to pull a fast one on her and actually try to eat her.]

Would you feel better if you were on top?

[Because he does kind of have her pinned underneath him, and that's gotta be some sort of intimidating, right?]

Edited 2023-12-24 08:40 (UTC)

You sure know how to ruin the mood. This is like, the third time now.

[ But she's not too bothered by it now. It's more of an exaggeration than anything else, because it's not like anything worse can happen now, right? She only lets out a soft laugh, before she shakes her head to answer the question. ]

Not right now, no.

[ Maybe another time. At least, that's certainly what she's implying here. ]

Just trying to keep us both from getting out of control, you know?

[If he ruins the mood constantly, then neither of them can make excruciatingly bad decisions because they're solely in hornybrain mode! He's helping. Weiss does not want to get bit hard enough to bleed again, right?

Like he's still not hard in his pants, despite everything.

Another kiss, this time to her lips that's incredibly fleeting as he kisses down her jaw, her neck, to her sternum. Hopefully this is done before she gets upset with him again.

As for his hands... Well, he only needs one to balance himself, really. The other finds it's way to her thigh where he gives a gentle squeeze.]

Feel free to pinch me if I overstep.

[ Please trust, Weiss has already made a bad decision the moment she decided to play the dice game to begin with. There is no need to make good ones now, because it's not like it can be overturned. Though she highly doubts she'd ever "get out of control". That's really more for him then, huh?

Laying in bed, her back against the mattress, she can raise her knee, resting her foot on the mattress. He can touch her more— he's practically giving him open permission. The skirt of her dress slips down, barely any cloth covering her thigh anymore. ]

You're not just going to get pinched if you do.

[ But for now? She has no complaints. He's treating her well, getting her blood pumping, exciting her once again. ]

[Yeah, here's the kicker, Kazuya has never, ever, ever been in this kind of situation. He's seen videos online but also he knows very much that those are more acted than anything genuine.

So he's really just working it out as he goes! Please be kind, because the problem he immediately comes up against is her dress. Does he pull it down to plant more kisses like he's seen? Or is it better to pull it off and up, leaving her more or less entirely exposed?

What a conundrum.

Kazuya settles for adjusting and tugging the shoulder straps down so that he can pull her dress down, at least for the moment, so he can continue kissing lower and lower, sucking a little trail of red marks to the top of her breasts as his hand slowly rubs circles higher and higher up her thigh until it meets more cloth.]

[ He's lucky this isn't an expensive dress and just something she got from the department store. Were this dress something from home, she'd have gotten mad for mishandling the goods. Please unzip the dress first before pulling parts of it down or off!

Weiss can't even come up with something smart or sarcastic to say about how confused he looked with regard to her dress. While she invited him to do more with her mouth, his lips trailing downwards surprise her more than it should.

Her back arches ever so slightly, all the while her skin feels like it's on fire. Her chest definitely appreciates the attention, especially when she's never felt anything like this before. Kazuya's doing a good job of making her discover things she likes, even unintentionally.

As for her own hands, well... it wouldn't be fair if she kept it to herself now, would it? She can't exactly reciprocate the gesture and touch him or pepper kisses along his neck, but she can at least weave her fingers into his hair. ]

[He doesn't know!!! He's never taken off a dress before! Be nice.

The fingers threading in his hair make him hum slightly against her skin. Another interesting sensation, and one that he kind of finds he likes. There's a weight to her hands there that's comfortingly familiar, and he makes a pleased little sound as he decides that yes, that's not only good contact, but encouragement that he's doing something good.

If the way she presses into him is any indication, anyway.

And alright, cool. He's gotten to her breasts, and thankfully it seems... fairly straight forward? It's just more nipping, sucking, kissing, from what he understands, and even if all he has is some knowledge gleaned from adult videos online, it's still something.

So he tests, swirling his tongue around her nipple while looking upwards to see if it's a favourable reaction or not, and if she makes any noises because of it that are obviously of her liking it, he'll take the bud into his mouth and suck a little.]

Oh—

[ Favourable. Favourable. Definitely favourable. Weiss finds that it tickles, but at the same time, she likes it. She like it enough to want to watch and see what he's doing, her upper half practically exposed for him now. If he pulls her dress down some more or completely, he'd find a combination of burnt skin and a large scar just below her her right breast. Right now, she doesn't even realise the implications of what her body might look like to someone else. Not when she's at the edge of her seat with all this excitement.

Her nail lightly scratches his scalp, a gesture of encouragement more than anything else. God, this feels so hot, and she's enjoying all of it. Her nipples grow erect slowly with each passing swirl of his tongue, and him sucking elicits a hot and heavy sigh out of her. ]

That feels good.

[The noises she makes, the way she sighs and scratches at his scalp make him give his own hum of appreciation around her.

He wants more of those noises, and he does, indeed, pull her dress lower, revealing the scar and burnt skin and he only pauses momentarily before he kisses that too, runs his tongue along the edges of it. It's not like he doesn't have his own fair share of them, and he's certainly not about to judge her for having them. It's a neat little piece of her, and he can't help but wonder how she got it.

Which is more of an idle thought, maybe she'll tell him after they're done here. Right now he focuses on moving that hand on her upper thigh, running his fingers along the edges of her underwear teasingly.]

[ Weiss takes care of her body; she has a skincare routine which she follows extensively whenever she can. After all, she'd been pulled into another world prior to waking up here. That was certainly the only time she hasn't been taking care of herself physically. Despite that though, she doesn't feel a sense of shame when her scar gets exposed. There's nothing wrong with having one or two when you're constantly fighting. ]

You know...

[ Are they allowed to talk while his hands are all over her? She hopes so, because this is pretty important. And no, she isn't going to start yet another argument with him this time. ]

I don't think we've even introduced ourselves to each other.

[ Yet another shudder, squeezing her thighs together as a reflex. She's excited, despite how she acts. There's a bit of a damp spot already in her underwear, if he touched closer to that area. ]

[At that he lifts his head, lets his chin rest on the scar, and just grins.]

Did you want to? Or would you rather keep this completely anonymous for the time being?

[Either way, he's absolutely going to be pressing his thumb into that wet spot in a moment, because that's the name of the game. He's just not so crass as to immediately go for it when he's heard all about how the build up is important for girls.

So he teases the edge of her underwear, stroking along her inner thighs a few times once she finally relaxes enough to part them... And then he goes for it, a light pressure as he rubs his thumb against the wetness there. It's new, it's novel. He did this. She's wet because of him.

To be fair, he's also hard because of her, and his pants are incredibly uncomfortable, but he did mean it when he said he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.]

Yes, being anonymous to one another is truly the epitome of romance, Your Majesty.

[ This boy couldn't woo her if he tried. And yet, here she is in bed with him.

What confidence she may have had right then fades though. She huffs out a soft laugh as she closes her eyes. His touch burns, like his hand could make a mark on her thighs just by touching them. He isn't even being forceful or anything, and yet. Here she is, legs spread, her hips rolling to follow his touch. Just once, mind, as if she's testing the waters, too.

... is this going to feel better when it's someone else doing it? She hopes to find out. ]

[Another hum, and another press of his thumb, rubbing slow, small circles against her through the fabric.]

I don't mind being called that at all, you know. [At least, in this sort of context because it does send pleased little notes from his brain all the way down his spine, a little recognition of who and what he is.]

But I'll give you a choice: Do you want my human name? Or my demon name?

[He's teasing, and though he does detest being called Abel, maybe this might help put that name in new light, if that's the option she chooses.]

No, thank you. I don't do well with authority.

[ No, that's a lie. She's a suck up if it's someone of authority whom she respects. For those who just want to lord their titles and power of her, though? She'll do just about everything she can to defy them. ]

I'll stick with your human name...

[ If he ever told her his demon name though, and he pissed her off? You can bet what she's going to use.

Her voice trails off into a hum, eager, pleased, encouraging. Something in her throbs, and she rolls her hips once more to press her core against his hand. Even through the fabric of her underwear, the weight feels good. It feels like she has butterflies in her stomach right now. ]

Kazuya Minegishi. A pleasure to meet you.

[And with that, he moves his head so that he can lavish that same attention he'd already given her one breast to the other, though this time he's not completely above sucking a bruise into it, just above her nipple, nipping the spot afterwards with an incredible amount of self satisfaction.

That one will stay there for a bit, he figures.

At least, it will if he distracts her from it, and he certainly fully intends too as he slips his hand under the fabric of her panties to feel her in full, to thumb against her clit in slow, wide strokes.]

[ He's got every right to be satisfied. Weiss isn't even performing songs on stage at this time, but the soft noises of pleasure and approval she makes are melodious and alluring to the ears. ]

Asta.

[ That's all she manages to breathe out, the stimulation she's feeling far too distracting to even say anything more. She'd committed to giving a fake name, so she does. But with her brain going haywire, she doesn't get to introduce herself properly.

A hand flies to cover her mouth and stifle any more noises she might make, because she doesn't want to be loud. They might be in private, but she doesn't want to lose her poise, regardless.

How vulnerable she is now that she can't even try and remain calm. Her piercing gaze from earlier is gone, eyes wide and shining blue, looking straight at him as if to ask for more. Keep going, more. For once, he wouldn't hear words of protest, only beckoning him to continue. With her eyes, with how her clit responds, throbbing at his touch, with how wet she continues to grow from his touch. ]

[ Asta. Somehow it doesn't quite fit her, but he's far from caring in the moment. She's slick to his touch and looking at him with a heat in her gaze that stokes his own.

He groans softly then, around her. Again, Kazuya preens under the knowledge that he did this to her, and while it's not something he'd really think of otherwise, in this moment it's all he can think about.

He pulls his hand away so he can hike up her dress further and bring his body lower, low enough he can press more kisses into the insides of her thighs, teases higher and higher with his tongue until he's pressing it at her through her underwear.

He's not sure what he really expected taste-wise, but it's honestly not bad.]

Wait-

[ Her exclamation is not protest, but it must have sounded like it. Both her hands fly to her mouth now, all because of his lips burning invisible marks onto her thighs, the feeling bound to stay there for some time. It'll be something she'll be reminded of later on. Dragging his tongue right by her entrance is what gets her to squeak like that, but she quickly shakes her head.

Please ignore her. She's. . . going through A Lot right now.

Is she supposed to feel conscious about this? She doesn't know, but she certainly didn't think that he would do something like this, either! She took a bath, she smells nice enough, at least... she thinks so, anyway. As for how she tastes. . . that's just something he'd have to decide for himself.

But she does think she has to get back at him after this. Return the favour, so to speak. ]

[ There's a few strokes of his tongue against her through her underwear before he pulls away at her command to wait.

He massages her thighs with both of his hands this time, running them higher and higher until he catches the waistband with his fingers and tugs, like he means to remove them. Eventually, anyway.

He watches her with one blue eye and one red eye and has grin that's wide and toothy. ]

Oh yeah, I forgot. You don't want to be eaten.

[ He's amused, and it's obvious. ]

My hands fine, then?

What? That wasn't—

[ Oh no. No, no. Why did she say that? Was he not going to continue, then?
She shakes her head a couple of times in disbelief, her expression practically asking him if he's serious.

She's stunned. She can't even speak for a good few seconds, unsure if she should even say anything about him using his mouth on her anymore. That would be a bit desperate, wouldn't it? ]

... You can do what you want.

[ And boy, does she sound disappointed. ]

[ He hums in mock thought, tilts his head this way and that like he's considering her words very carefully. ]

Well, I'm not going to do something you dislike so much.

[ He is being such an ass right now. He's very much aware of it.

Kazuya gives a tug again, a little bit of magic, and Asta will find that her underwearare very much suddenly off her body and in his hands. Hope she's not too self-conscious.

The temptation to toss them to the floor is real, but he resists, setting them off to the side on the bed itself.]

Unless you tell me that's what you want.

Edited (im glad i double checked this as i woke up) 2023-12-26 13:02 (UTC)

Hey! That's my-

[ He really is being an ass. She's sooo frustrated, even moreso at herself for still being turned on regardless. She never gave much thought about her turn-ons, when she's never been in a situation like this before. The discoveries she's making sure are embarrassing ones...

She squeezes her legs together— rather, she tries to, but with someone in between them, her thighs can't exactly cover her pussy. It remains exposed, a wet sheen over her entrance, and her clit swollen. Her face is so flush as she looks at him—glares at him as if she were intimidating. ]

Maybe... Maybe I changed my mind, too. About... what I said.

[ Ugh... she's already in such an embarrassing situation. There is crying her way out of here, or strangling him, or... lowering her pride. Would he really give her what she wanted if she asked for it properly? She looks conflicted for a good while before her expression softens. There is an attempt to squeeze her legs shut again, thighs moving ever so slightly inward. ]

... Please.

[Asta is so very, very lucky that Kazuya isn't the type to make her beg. Just a little bit of teasing and she's already singing a different tune to what she had earlier, even if he'd already known that this hadn't been what she meant.]

I guess that's good enough for me.

[Also, like, she did say please, in that small little voice with her face flushed so pretty and her thighs squeezing against him gently. It's enough for him, and he'll lower himself back down, moving both hands to either of her thighs to open her up a little more and make it easier for him to slot his tongue against her core and slowly lick at the wetness accumulated around her pussy.

He can taste her in full now, and he finds that while he hadn't minded the taste of her before, through her underwear, he really, really doesn't mind it now. It sparks a pleasant little shock down his spine and into his gut.]

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