Dream Queen

Chapter 11 part 2: Wedding Night (Lemon)

This Chapter is a Lemon, please skip if you are not over 18.

(Outside p.o.v)

After the wedding, Mephisto rushed his new wife home. Both eager to finally reach the next step in their relationship.

"You know you never rewarded me properly for picking out that dress", she breathed and pressed her lips onto his, her body against his, and let all restraints slip away, it was their wedding night.

She could feel him smile against her lips, feel his hands roam up under her borrowed shirt, embrace her, claim her. His touch was electric, burning, wanting.

"And how does one reward you... properly?" he murmured, lips shaping the last word slowly, hungrily; eating her with his eyes and starving for more.

"I can think of a few ways..." She swung her leg over his, slowly, letting him appreciate the muscles that curved her thigh and calf, and seated herself on his lap, hips flush against his. "I'm sure you can, too", she smiled, eyes hooded with desire, and let her hands slide down his back, down to the base of his tail.

"Nnh as a matter of fact, I don't think I can", he breathed heavily, hips rocking with the motion of her fingers rubbing against the base of his tail. "You might have to... inspire me a bit", he smiled devilishly and made short work of the buttons on her shirt.

The lace bra underneath it inspired him more than a bit, Lilith could feel it; a bulge pressing harder and harder between her spread legs. She moved her arms back to let the garment slide off completely, allowing the motion to lean her chest out towards him. His hands followed on cue, tracing her sides, undoing the bra from behind and letting it follow the shirt.

"Beautiful..." He pulled her close, kissed her neck tenderly, then her other, teasing them harder with his tongue while his hands were busy with their next obstacle: her trousers.

Lilith closed her eyes, zoning out everything except the building heat in her body and gut, and her own quivering breath rushing past her lips. Oh, he was good. She threaded her fingers into his hair, held his head in place, and encouraged him to continue.

Her eyes snapped open again when she landed on her back in the soft, plush covers of their large bed.

Mephisto was many things a demon, yes, but also gentleman and one who enjoyed the good things in life.

His queen was one of those good things, Soft and yet at the same time no more soft than the blade she fought with, no more intimidated by him than by any other demon, and it made him burn inside. She was a flame and she was intoxicating and his. She was, to him, a flame that burns too hot can scar even one who regenerates all damage.

All physical damage, at least.

But he wanted to burn. Slowly, take his time, let her flame encase him and devour all thoughts of caution.

"I think I like this view better", he purred, loving every bit of pale skin that showed against the soft pink bedcovers beneath him. "Except these get in the way." She drew her legs together to allow him to pull the trousers off, and spread them languidly again on either side of him. Her legs were lean but firm with muscle, begging for his touch where they converged under a pair of underwear in black with pink lace.

"You've got something in the way as well", she remarked with an inviting smirk, brushing against the outside of his thigh with one slender leg.

His hand caught the leg, hooked it over his shoulder as he leaned forward over her and bent it up against her chest. Lilith's smirk grew wider and her hands found his back, found his neck and brought his face down for a kiss.

"They're still in way", she murmured against his lips.

Mephisto snapped his fingers once, and nothing was in the way anymore. Her eyes watched for a second as his once hidden tail flashed into sight allowing her a quick sight of the purple tail that almost matched his younger brothers.

"Better?"

"Not quite." Her smile flashed mischievously, flaring up and throwing him off guard as she braced her leg and pushed against his shoulder, rolling sideways and landing him on the bedcovers with herself on top. "Now it's better." She unwrapped her leg from his shoulder and slid herself down over his hip, a victorious grin dancing on her lips.

There was a smile on her demon's lips as well. Hungry, admiring, adoring.

"I can't imagine any man able to handle you,", he spoke, half unaware, eyes too absorbed by the beauty towering above him and the short, painfully short distance between her heated flesh and his. His hands slid up her thighs, impatient and needy.

"They can't. But you..." She lowered herself, slowly she breathed out, and her eyes closed, and winced as he entered her. "I think you could handle me", she breathed, opening her eyes again after the pain faded. She looked down into his fevered eyes. His tail moving to brush away the tears that had escaped. "You're much more than a man after all."

A breath escaped his mouth, half a chuckle and half a moan. "I'd more than happy to thank you, for such an astounding compliment Master~" she blushed as he reminded her of the forgotten fact of their tamer, familiar relationship.

He bucked his hips, watched her body jostle with the motion and loved the strangled moan it drew from her lips, showing she no longer felt any pain. She dug her fingers into his chest and rocked her hips, rocked them as he began to thrust into her. He had intended to take his time and make love to her slowly, she had intended to take it slowly, but the pace was set for them by entirely different things. Lust. Curiosity. Glances thrown in secret when the other wasn't looking. Familiarity built through shared experiences. Longing. Longing for this to happen, and all patience spent once it did. She would ride him like a thunderstorm, and he would slam into her like crashing waves against an ocean shore.

She was getting close; more and more noises slipping past the lip she bit to hold them in, her wet walls growing tighter and tighter each time he thrust into her. His pace quickened, spurred on by her lovely sounds and by the heat that pressed towards his groin. Ragged breaths rushed past his lips, ragged moan of pleasure dragged out of his chest.

She arced, she cried out, she tightened fiercely around him and pushed him past the edge. They stilled, slowly; breathing heavily, coated in sweat, holding each other with cloudy eyes. She could still feel him throbbing inside her, still hard and still ready for more. His tail swished before her face, brushing the hairs that had fallen out of her face. Lilith smiled, then smirked, then grinned.

"I don't think you've rewarded me enough, your highness."

"Is that so? Then I must try harder. My queen"

"Such a naughty demon." His smirk caused a kiss from her, which restarted both their fires and drives.

They had a long night ahead of them and either wanted it to end.

As the morning came around Lilith smiled waking him with a kiss.

"Morning" she whispered. His green eyes where tired.

"Morning Schätzchen" Lilith blinked confused. Mephisto chucked. "It's a germen term. It can mean darling or honey" she kissed him softly.

"Then I'm happy to be you're Schätzchen"

After sharing one more kiss Mephisto sat up, yawning and showing his fanged teeth.

"Shall we head off for our honey moon?" his eyes sparkled in delight as he spoke and she laughed.

It is now official, Samael and Lilith the Demon King and Queen of space and time.