There Is No Misery In Paradise

Chapter 6

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Kotoha would be depressed for the next few days, the guilt of Yoshito's fall and death was heavy on her. Like now how she was this evening as they ready to sleep for the night.

Douma didn't really understand the mourning process his songbird was going through but he would let her lean on him as she became more and more reserved. Kotoha would have no more tears to shed by the third day.

"Gomen, gomen-" Douma stroked her head, claws running through her hair as she cried into his shoulder. His arms wrapped securely around her and he wanted to purr so badly but she still held sorrow. Sorrow directed at the wrong person in his opinion but he would comfort her.

"Yoshito will be missed. He would be glad that you're alive, Kotoha-chan." No, he wouldn't be missed by Douma. Though he did make a good meal for his demons that he sent out in the blizzard to get his body. He couldn't let the body drift downstream where it runs through town.

Kotoha shook her head, nose running and soaking his shirt with tears. "I was stupid, I shouldn't have-"

Douma breathes deeply, shifting to get into a more comfortable position, getting Kotoha to throw her injured leg over his knee. It's funny how small she is in his lap, though it could just be how she curled in his embrace. Her head was propped on his shoulder as he rocked her like a child.

A lost child who didn't know any better.

"No, you aren't stupid, you are beautiful and smart. Yoshito was wrong for taking you. He should have known better." Yes, never blame her, put the fault on the dead where they can't defend themselves.

"But-" Kotoha would sniff and a thumb comes to her cheek, wiping her tears. Douma angles his head, tilting Kotoha's in the process.

Their eyes are meeting, his dry as can be while hers are red from crying.

"You, Kotoha, are here. You are safe. That's what matters." Her sniffs are slowing down, but her heart is still pounding.

Oh, he wants to purr at just how vulnerable she was.

His thumb strokes her cheek once more, she would tilt into his hand, his palm holding her. Her eyes now focused on him.

His blood was pumping but not yet.

Not till-

Her arm comes around his neck and pulls him down, eyes closing.

Finally, her lips were on his in a desperate kiss, looking for attention and validation.

The purr he had been holding back comes full force as she asks for more with a kitten lick to his lips. He gladly meets her, briefly pulling back to only meet her in another kiss. Her taste was sweet and delicious, just like her blood.

Soon, Douma is leaning to his side, Kotoha's back meeting the futon they had been sharing the last few days. He slows their kissing, the wet connection was delightful to hear in his ears.

He would pull back, kissing her cheek, the taste of salty tears making an appearance. Kotoha was starting to pant, her fingers digging into his hair.

"Douma." He looks up once from where he was sucking on her neck. The demon would find her responding well to his advancements and he wasn't going to stop.

No, nothing was going to stop him when her moans were for him. His eyes spark, glowing, and with the candle flicking, she was looking more delicious in the low light.

Kotoha is distracted by another kiss to notice Douma using his claws to cut through her kimono(her modern clothes were being cleaned). She would gasp, Douma using the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth as his hand massaged her breast. His other hand was on her hip.