Masks (A Mephisto Pheles/ Rin Okumura x female reader)

Chapter 6 (Bubble Baths)

With a muffled hum, the pink limo pulled into the driveway of the manor. They had finally arrived back from their trip. Belial wasted no time getting out of the car, opening the door and again bowing before his master. He didn't want him to keep his master waiting. Mephisto stepped out into the night, his lover held close to him. The moon glowed a soft white as they made their way up the steps. He held onto her protectively as they went inside through the large oaken doors. He felt a certain possessiveness over her tonight, especially after the events of the day. He didn't want to leave her alone again.

Belial followed them inside but was soon waved away by his master. He was dismissed. Mephisto wanted to be alone with her. No servants, no work related coworkers, and especially not him.

Never again.

"That was a long trip, wasn't it?" He laughed, forgetting his bitter thoughts. Everything was better now after all. She giggled along with him.

"Very much so. I'm exhausted." She said, yawning. She could definitely feel the strain on her body from all the walking and excitement of the day. She could especially feel it in her left leg as she shifted her weight onto it.  He looked concerned watching her fidget between legs. She struggled to simply stand without pain. He looked down at her bandaged leg now. It looked better than it had at the time of the accident but under the bandages he knew it was still red and irritated. He had the perfect antidote for that.

"You're quite sore aren't you? You poor thing. Why don't we run you a soothing bath?" He offered. He had always found that bathes were a helpful relaxation aid to any kind of body pain. It sounded like a very good idea to her. She smiled warmly to the thought of a relaxing warm bath.

"I would love a bath. That sounds wonderful." She told him and with nothing more he carried her up the stairs to his favourite bath. She laughed as he carried her all the way to the special red doors leading to his bath area. As the doors opened with the aid of his powers, her eyes widened to the beautiful scene. 

The room held an artistic tile flooring which was designed with loops of white and red. All around the room were vases, plants, paintings, chairs, and scented candles. However, the bath was the most beautiful view. The bath was shaped like a rectangle lined all around with artistic patterning. Stairs led upwards to the inside from a small decorative carpet. The faucet was custom done to look like a gargoyles head.

She watched it fill up the bath with warm clear water. Along the baths edge were a few plants and an oyster that held soap and luffas. Beside that was a scrub brush and a few different shampoos. And finally encasing the entire bath was a bright red privacy curtain. She marvelled at the rooms decor. She adored it.

"What a beautiful bath." She praised as he put her down on one of the chairs. He gave her a warm smile. He was glad that she liked it. He wanted to spoil her. He wanted her to be happy with absolutely everything he gave her. He never wanted that smile to disappear. Her smile brought him life.

"I'm glad you like it." He purred as he nuzzled into her neck. With a toothy grin, she pulled him closer so she could kiss his cheek. The bath water began to give off steam as he took the bandages off her leg. Underneath the bandages were a few stitches, some bruises and of course redness from irritated skin. She looked down at it now with curiosity. It seemed to be quite a fall.

"It looks like it's healed quite a lot." He told her. She wondered what it had looked like before. Even now it still didn't look pretty. But, even while it looked the way it did, he kissed it as though he were trying to kiss it better. The small gesture did alleviate most of the pain. In fact, it gave her a certain warmth inside. One that could cure her of all illness and pain.

He looked up at her now, his eyes half lidded. A surge of warmth and lust flowed through her body from the mere expression on his face. She had a hunch of what he wanted to do next. She beat him to it, pulling him into a kiss. He found himself groaning to the touch. He had waited all day to take her. At this moment, it finally felt right.

The hunger ate at them both as they kissed, his tongue slithering between her lips and into her mouth. She ran her hands through his hair with a want and passion that spoke more than words ever could. It told him that this is what she wanted. She had been waiting too.

Gently he got on top of her, moving deeper into the kiss. He was careful not to hurt her or crush her underneath him. She was weak and he always kept this in mind. Every time he touched her, it was with a gentle hand. If she were any other human girl, he wouldn't of cared. She made him care.

Pulling out of the kiss, he moved to her neck now and sucked on her s/c skin. He felt an overwhelming need to mark her with a hickey. He wanted to leave marks like this all over her person, some hickeys and some love bites. He couldn't help but feel like this as his hands roamed her figure and pushed up her shirt. She was beautiful in his eyes and he wanted all to know she was his mate. She was no one else's.

Soon their shirts had been taking off and the room had gained a fog from the warm steam rising off the bath. The hunger continued as he suckled on different areas on her torso. She quivered and moaned to the touch of his lips. She didn't want it to end. She felt so close to him. His vulnerability as a powerful king was exposed before her. He couldn't get enough of her.

"I love how you quiver to my touch,
y/n." He purred into her ear. "Say my name. I want to hear you say it."

His voice in a hushed whisper melted her under him. All she wanted now was for him to take her. Her body screamed for it and so did her heart. She felt like she would explode without his touch. It was overwhelming how he could push her so far into a haze. It was almost as though she couldn't breathe within it.

"Mephisto..." She moaned. It was all she could muster.

"Good girl." He praised. The king was pleased. He took off what remained of her clothing and his own and, as the bath finished filling, he carried her to the water. As he walked, she kissed his neck and collar bone. Her nails dug into his back with want. Y/n had checked out. What remained now was a lustful being that lived only for his love.

He could barely compose himself long enough to get her into the bath. Her touch, her quivering, and her lust were to much. He had to do it now. He had wanted to wait a little longer but there was no chance of him having the patience. As they got into the tub, he pressed her up against the edge of the bath, her back faced towards him. A mild splash flung itself over the edge of the tub as he pressed himself against her body. Her breathing was especially heavy as he squeezed her breasts from behind.

He was uncontrollably lustful as he took in her scent. He was helpless to his urges as he watched her claw at the tubs edge. He couldn't stop himself. He couldn't take the teasing sight. With not much of a warning, he entered her from behind. A whining moan released from her body. She had finally gotten what her soul desperately screamed for. Her lust was loud, as he moved from behind. The water splashed as they both became clouded with nothing but pure lust. Their moans had gotten loud enough to echo through the hallways of the manor. It caught the attention of a pair of blue orbs.

A lollipop stick adjusted in his mouth to the sounds of the couple. The male got up and moved towards to sound. While peering through a bathroom door he found the king and his mate in the bath together. He pondered the kings actions as he watched him finish, afterwards cuddling with the girl in a satisfied manor.

"Hmm...." he muttered to himself. "I thought he didn't like that one anymore....."

Losing interest in their cuddling, he left the scene. Walking away he muttered one last thing while sucking on the flavourful candy still in his mouth.

"Mating is strange....." He mumbled to himself.

It seemed he would never understand his brothers actions.