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

Chapter 9 (A Soothing Lullaby)

Taking off his work gloves, he walked to her bedroom with a quickened pace. He wanted to get back by her side after she had nearly been scared straight by his brother. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe. He wanted his mate to be protected.

When he arrived, he found Belial sitting by the bed like a loyal and obedient pet. He seemed to be taking his role of protecting y/n seriously, staying by her side until his arrival. This was pleasing to the king which earned brownie points for Belial. Mephisto could trust his loyal servant to keep her safe.

His eyes now wandered over to her nervous figure. In bed, she had covered her body in a protective blanket cocoon. She seemed, still, very nervous over the event until he came into her view. At the sight of him, she smiled allowing the nervousness to be replaced with happiness. She was relieved to be in his company. She felt secure in his presence. He went to her, feeling concerned. Humans were fragile. They could be easily broken. Amaimon's strength could of easily killed her to the kings distress.

Luckily she seemed unharmed. Only a few bruises and scratches showed on her s/c skin from Amaimon's strong grip. He could breathe a sigh of relief. She would be ok. His brother was lucky. If she were found in any worse condition, the king would of rethought sparing his life.

"Mephisto. I'm so glad your here." She cooed. She felt a flurry of emotions that made her forget all the questions about Belial's gift. When he was around, she questioned nothing. When he was near, there was only him, and that feeling was pure bliss.

"I'm glad your ok. I heard about what happened, darling. Don't worry. He's been dealt with." He assured her. She crawled out of her cocoon and into his arms as he moved into her bed to join her. With a wave from his master, Belial knew it was time for him to leave. As he was instructed to close the door behind him, he looked at y/n's smile. It again reverted to her robotic happiness.

She smiled like there was no hurt. She smiled like there was no sadness. She smiled like there were no lies.

He frowned as he left the room. Quietly he hoped that she would remember so the cruelty in his nagging mind would end.

Back in the room Mephisto held her close. He cuddled her, stroking her head to calm her nerves. He whispered about her beauty and how he loved her into her ear. She couldn't help but smile ear to ear. Just like that, all the problems she had held onto flew out the window. All she craved now was to blissfully be with him. She wanted to be close to him just like they had been that night in the bath. She wanted that special affection.

In a hushed whisper, she told him. "I want to be close to you, Mephisto. I want your love. Make me yours." She whispered. With nothing but bliss, she kissed his lips. Mephisto, more than willing, returned the kiss and gently rolled her onto her back. As he now locked a gaze with her under his weight, he couldn't help but crave the closeness as well. He wanted to feel her embrace. He wanted her love. He would make her his.

Leaning down, he nibbled on her collar bone, his mates lust feeding his own. She let out a moan in response, staring into a grey haze. She felt that hungry feeling build inside her. She wanted his touch. She wanted his affection.

Impatient, she took off the top half of the business suit he had been wearing leaving nothing but a pink businessman's tie hanging down from his neck. Kissing her again, he discarded the top half of her outfit leaving her in her bra. The clothing she had worn was the top half of a cat themed pyjama set she had changed into the previous night. It was one of his picks from their trip to the mall. Even while he liked seeing her wear the moe style outfit, he preferred it off her.

His hands ran up and down her form as he continued to kiss her. Eventually they wandered to the back of her strapless bra. He wanted to see her breasts. He wanted to witness they're succulent grace. With a click the material, now freed, slipped off her body and onto the floor below. He couldn't help look at them. He had anticipated the view. Exposed before him, he flashed a lustful expression. Bitting on his bottom lip, he took in the sight. It was beauty. Just like her. He was in love with the view. It was intoxicating. He could picture the way his tongue would caress them. The way he would suck them. It couldn't resist.

Bending down, he took one of the breasts into his mouth, suckling it with pure lust. She moaned again from underneath him. She hadn't expected him to suck on her with so much want. Clawing at his back, she was lost in her own lust. It was addictive how he made her feel. It was like a drug to her. She couldn't stop begging for more with praising mews. The feeling was overwhelmingly powerful.

As the moon rose, the act when on. He had licked her clean from between her thighs while she had sucked him dry. The night had gone on with the two throwing each other into a haze. Kissing her lips again he rolled her into her back. The blissful feeling inside her only grew stronger with each of his movements. As her hands dug into his hair, she couldn't help but drown in the feeling. They were closer than they could ever be. She couldn't be happier.

Pulling out of the kiss, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. It was as if he wanted to say something as he entered her. He felt the need to praise her. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. Yet no words could leave his lips. It wasn't often he was at a loss for words. Maybe she was overwhelming to him like this. Perhaps it was the overwhelming amount of love he felt at that moment.

He was speechless as he took her under the moons glow. He didn't just feel lust. He felt a piercing love. He would live for her. He'd sacrifice everything for her. He would die for her.

"Mephisto~" She purred as he finished, beads of sweat littering their bodies. The act was done. They both were immensely satisfied. He laid down beside her and pulled her close. His possessive demon instincts took over, holding onto her more tightly than usual.

She was his.

He only felt that love as he nuzzled into her h/c hair, taking in its scent. He had committed the smell to memory. Sometimes it was all he ever wanted to breathe.

She buried her head into his warm embrace, holding him close to her. To the comfort of his warmth, y/n began to drift off into the dream world. Her last thought before her eyes went dark was a wish. She wanted him to stay until morning.

She didn't want him to leave her alone.

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Opening her eyes, she awoke on a white couch. She was in some kind of office. 'It seemed familiar ....but how?' She thought. Looking towards the large desk, she noticed two silhouettes. One of them seemed to resemble her lover. It had all of his curves and features unique to his figure. The shadow even shared the same hair style.

The other silhouette shockingly resembled herself.

"Are you kidding me!" Her doppelgänger shouted. "He's just my friend! I went to get candy with my friend, Rin. Just because he happens to be a boy, I'm guilty of cheating?! That's why you slept with another school girl???"

Her lovers shadow leaned back in its office chair, rolling its glowing eyes.

"Oh please. Mr. Okumura obviously thought it was more. To make things worse you went along with it. The blushing....the laughing....Absolutely disgusting!" He said in a way that mimicked Mephisto's voice. The female growled in frustration.

"You think this justifies you cheating on me?! Your unbelievable!!" She yelled.

"I think I can do whatever I want!" He yelled louder.

With frustration the females silhouette waved their hands in the air with disbelief. She was completely disgusted with the others behaviour. Y/n could feel her anger as she stood up from the couch. In an instant, she merged with the silhouette, now seeing through their eyes. The males silhouette had immediately changed. It was Mephisto. His face was furrowed into a possessive and angry glare. He looked ready to launch himself at her in a blind fury. Despite the threatening demeanour, with her own two lips,
y/n yelled.

"Whatever you thought this was is over! I never want to see your face again!"

'Why did I say that?' She thought as she drifted away again. At that moment, before she had faded away, she felt the tears from the silhouette fall down her cheeks.

She felt heart break.