Asmodeus x Reader

Chapter Four

The Woman Among Demons

"No need to be shy!" Came the sweet, bell-like voice of the Avatar of Lust. "Come a little closer!" A strong, nimble arm wrapped itself around my shoulders, pulling into the embrace of the demon. The aroma of roses and lingering candle smoke filled my senses in the dark of my bedroom. My neck ached with tension; my chest was constricted. I sat still. Paralyzed. Petrified. Inside, my body was humming with energy, gathering and building, unsure of what to do with itself.

Why did I feel so anxious? I had been close to Asmodeus before. Was it because we were in s bedroom? The kingdom of the Avatar of Lust? The place where he did some of his best work, seducing demons and demonesses. Frisking and playing, like sea animals, sleek and wet. Exploring the deep. And here I was, stuck on the land, tentative to dip even my toe into the endless ocean of promised pleasures that was Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust. Why? Because.

I want more than just infatuation.

His knuckles were gently rubbing up and down my arm, delicately soft. His head came to rest against mine, subtly wrapping me deeper into his side. It was different having the Avatar of Lust so near to me when he was sober, being the one in the position of care rather than the one caring. It was strange. Letting him tuck me in as he had said was an unusual role reversal for me. I was used to be the giver; I was covered in the patina of nurturer. Asmodeus was scratching at my surface.

But do I let him in?

The demon took a measured breath, "but you do feel shy, don't you?" He said. I curled my shoulders up to my ears, and dropped them down again, not quite sure how to answer. He disarmed me, made me feel exposed. Vulnerable. Naked. Naked. I blushed, and chided myself internally. Emotionally naked, I reminded myself, I mean, he'd probably make me naked physically too, if I let him.

Asmodeus' delicate fingers stroked my cheek, bringing my attention back to him. He smiled; I could see his soft lips in the hazy darkness of my bedroom. He spoke gently to me, in that bell-like voice of his. "Want to know a secret, you adorable human?" he asked.

"S-sure." I said, weakly. I cleared my throat. "Yes, sure." I willed myself to sound more confident, less nervous about the demon in my bed. This beautiful, flirty and surprisingly gentle demon.

"I feel shy around you, too."

The Avatar of Lust

He could feel the stiffness in her shoulders ebb away under his stroking knuckles, the rhythmic stroking was soothing to him as well. He had spilled his little secret so quickly, so easily. It was wonderful. To be so honest. Her body's reaction had come quickly, the easing of tension in her along with the slowing of her breath. He felt contented to know that his small truth would only add to his beauty in her eyes, and her breathy sigh was made in acceptance of the secret.

She shifted under the curve of his arm, moved her hand to rest on his rising and falling chest. She drew a circle against the fabric of his shirt, unknowingly sending little tremors into him. Unless she did know, and was doing it on purpose, that sneaky human. They sat in silence, her breathing slowing and evening, his own falling into a similar tempo. Inhale. Exhale. Rise. Fall.

Asmodeus relaxed into the plush mattress, letting his head fall back. He still felt weird, that swirling and leaping around in his stomach. It couldn't really be the Demonus, not after all the time that had passed since yesterday's dancing activities. He was a demon that was used to a wild night out. He thought the feeling had settled down, but it had returned, in greater force since he had laid down on the bed. He moved his free hand to his stomach, spanning his manicured fingers wide. The twisting wasn't like that quick flare up of passion. Or of lust.

He swept his hand up from his stomach, rested it on his chest. His heart wasn't racing, but it was defiantly quicker than usual, right? Like little bubbles in the Demous he so enjoyed, fizzing and sparkling. Not like lust. Like ... love?  He closed his eyes, pondering the sensations. But Asmodeus' eyelids were heavy, and soon, he too was drifting off to sleep.

*****

The Avatar of Lust woke to the increasingly smother cuddles of the exchange student. Her arm was wrapped about his middle, her legs tangled in with his, her nose pressed firmly into the side of his chest, tickling and cooling the skin beneath his shirt. He smiled, she was so cute, and this was the sort of attention he craved. The subtle, the pure, the kind that let him revel without demanding him to do more than be himself. He stroked her hair absently. She stirred.

"Could you stop feeling me up?" The demon said to her in his most teasing voice, the words floating around in the darkness, before landing in the woman's ears.

"Ughn?" She said behind a yawn. Her eyes flew open, her hand shot to her mouth and she moved abruptly, shooting upwards and away from the demon. "I-I'm sorry Asmo. Shoot." She made a sound between a groan and a sigh, covering her face with her hands. She mumbled into her palms. "I just can't get my shit together around you, can I?"

Asmodeus smiled into the darkness at the woman, and beckoned her closer. She shifted back beside him, nervous heat coming from her blushing face in almost visible waves. The demon lifted his arms and cradled her cheeks in his slender hands, admired the contrast of his pink and green nails against her lovely, delicate skin. Her breath tickled his fingertips, warm and soft. He leaned closer to her, grazing her body with his own; a touch like a breeze, fleeting and sensual. Caressing. "What's wrong?" He asked her, leveling her eyes with his own. "Are you looking for some attention?" She turned her eyes away from his gaze, chewing at her lip, in that adorable, unintentionally seductive way of hers.

"Asmo?" She asked?

"Yes, my cutie?"

"I... I want to kiss you."