Hell's Heaven

Demons revelation

     Felicia woke up to the sound of a low grunt behind her. She opened her eyes and then furrowed her brows as she tried to figure out where she was. Yellow flowers were dancing gently as the cool breeze swirled around them. Although it was dark, the moon was full and bright, lighting up the field she was lying in. Suddenly she remembered where she was and why, then she remembered who she was with and she sat up abruptly and looked behind her where she'd heard the noise a second ago.

     Delirium had his back to her as he sat. His breathing was calm and relaxed, which was a good sign after how he was laboring so hard before. His long hair had fallen over his shoulders, leaving his backside open for exploration. He was still naked, and her eyes roamed down his toned back in a slow, leisurely way. His skin was pale but not in a sickly way, more of a he stays out of the sun sort of way. Or maybe it was natural for demons to be so pale. He had muscles in all the right spots, but they weren't big or bulky. Instead, they were tight and long in a very delicious way. His hips narrowed in delicately to gently bow out again at his tight, round ass.

     “Are you ogling me again?” His voice was gentle and teasing although he didn't move or look back.

     Felicia blushed intensely as she forced her eyes back to the flowers, “No. Kinda pompous of you to think I'm always staring at you.” She had no intention of admitting she was completely fantasizing about running her hands and tongue along his hips and back.

     Delirium laughed as he shook his head. “You're all the same. You see a pretty face or nice body, and you can't keep your tongue in your mouth. Wipe your drool before I turn around.”

     Her face flushing even deeper turning her ears and neck crimson she huffed, “And you're all the same. Cocky,  self-centered, pompous, vain assholes.”

     The demon laughed again harder this time as he flipped his hair to his back, obscuring her view. As Felicia looked at his beautiful hair, she was overcome with the need to touch it. Delirium jumped when he felt her fingers push through his long locks. She wondered how he had kept it so neat and tangle free. It's not as if he had a brush anywhere with him. Felicia continued running her fingers through his hair from his scalp to the tips, then she blushed deeply again when she realized her hand was so close to his naked ass. His hair stopped just above the plump roundness, and she found herself wishing it were a bit longer.

     Delirium said nothing as she played with his hair, but a soft hum bordering on a purr came from his chest. Felicia smiled as she assumed that meant he was enjoying it. Strange that even a demon liked the feeling.

     “Delirium? How old are you?” She needed a distraction from his perfect body and the dirty thoughts swirling around her brain. She withdrew her hand from his hair and sat back before realizing she had no shirt on. Blushing fiercely again, she brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she tried to hide her bra. Her eyes darted around for her shirt. Even though it would be covered in his blood, it was better than sitting there half clothed with a completely naked demon boy.

     “How old am I? How old do I look?” Delirium still hadn't turned to face her. His attention was completely on something far in the distance.

     “I don't know? Around my age, I guess. But that can't be right.”

     “I'm seventeen. I don't look ancient, do I?”

     When she didn't respond, Delirium finally turned towards her. She wished he hadn't. Her mind went right back into the gutter the second she saw his smooth chest and flat stomach. Before her eyes could travel any lower, he had copied her position and brought his knees to his chest with his feet blocking any chance of her seeing his private area. His arms wrapped lightly around his knees as he looked her in the eyes. “Seriously, stop acting like a starving dog looking at a hunk of meat.”