The Rainbow Eyed Devil & His Songbird (+18)

Virgin Douma

Colorful eyes are watching Kotoha as she takes a stroll in his garden, carrying her son.

Only a few months have passed and she has adjusted well to her stay at his cult.

Something....odd has been happening to him.

With no emotions comes situations when he has to think of what to say. To his followers, he tells them what they want to hear. They praise him as their god and savior.

An image he won't break.

This was something else.

It happens when he spends time in Kotoha's company. She was only an asylum seeker, not a follower.

She talks to him like he was normal.

Yes she takes note of his appearance but doesn't treat him any differently. She talks to him like a commoner.

Douma hums for a moment before he thinks more.

A grin comes to his face, the woman of interest waves to him as she spots him in the shade, the shadows protecting him from the sunshine.

He'll ask tonight.

—

Her face had gone red when he explained his situation.

No emotions and how he was processing things.

"Douma-sama, have you never...laid with someone?" Douma tilts his head, before shaking his head.

He never felt drawn to anyone so why would he?

Her face only got redder as she cautiously got more comfortable. Douma mimicked her, even leaning on a fist as he tries to see what she would do next.

"But Douma-sama, you're-Surely someone has tried to-" She closes her eyes, before bowing a bit. "Surely someone would have taught you!"

Douma can't help but grin.

Yes, he has never laid with anyone. He never had any attachments and was ever surrounded by blind followers that only worship him. Douma would usually be exhausted by the end of the day because of how busy he was as a human, preferring to fulfill the need for sleep and eating.

The only needs he felt.

As a demon there was no need for sleep, only to fulfill hunger.
Which made Kotoha odd to him.

He ... didn't know what it was other than an attraction to her. For she treated him like a person and not as a god, a deity to be worshiped.

Someone he can learn something different from.

Kotoha is blushing hard when her head is tilted up, her savior having gotten close with his hair falling and grazing her.

"Would Kotoha-chan teach me?"

—

She admitted to him that she was nothing compared to others, saying he should seek someone with more experience to give him the best first impression.

"But it wouldn't be you. What's the harm?" He had an arm around her shoulder, showing he was comfortable with her.

Though his advances from an outside point of view would make him seem like the seasoned lover and Kotoha the virgin.

Only the evidence of her being a maiden no longer is Inosuke, sleeping deeply on the futon.

His gaze did pass the child for a moment.

"Would you like someone to look after Inosuke for a while?"

Kotoha would look back to Inosuke, then back to her hands that are on her knees.