Asmodeus x Reader

Chapter Five

The Human Among Demons

I flushed hot, shocked with my own boldness. Asmodeus laughed, my heart skipped. "I want you to kiss me, too." The demon said, guiding my mouth to his with his delicate fingers. His lips were soft, so plush and warm. The kiss tasted like lip gloss, sweet and fruity, his or mine, it didn't matter. My lips parted, and Asmo took the opportunity to press the kiss further, stroking the inside of my mouth with his tongue. A single finger tip stroked my earlobe. I began to melt under the Avatar of Lust's hot touch.

My heart squeezed. I pulled away from Asmodeus, looking down at my hands. The demon released my face. "Mmhmm?" He hummed, a question without words. The kiss. It was so warm, so tender. But, was it a kiss for me, or just the start to a frisky afternoon? I chewed my lip, and formed my hands into balls in my lap, gathering my courage.

"Asmo," I said, "I... I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I..." I felt myself hesitating. Did I have the right to make demands on the Avatar of Lust?

Asmodeus laughed. I felt shame burn across my face and neck, pooling down into my stomach. The demon's hands returned to my face, his finger tip stroking the edge of my ear, sliding down my neck. His touch was addicting. Like eating too many sweet confections, and still craving more. I tilted my head down towards my shoulder, trying to sneak away.

"I understand," Asmodeus said, "I feel the same way. You're too cute. Too precious to just have a single taste of you."

"Asmo..." I said. His voice was sincere. Lilting and sunshine soft, washing over me. I wound my hands around is neck in the darkness, pressing against him, inhaling the rose scent of him. I kissed him and he kissed me back, his fingers buried themselves in my hair, stroking through the strands and trailing down my neck. Shivers danced along my spine, moving like tiny ripples across a puddle.

Asmodeus whispered against my parted lips, "where are you really hoping to touch me?" He asked.

"I-I want..." I took a breath, felt the demon's fingers languish against my neck. He wasn't just flirting. He wanted to know. He wanted us to play together. "I want to touch you everywhere." I said.

"Me too," Asmodeus said, pressing a kiss against my cheek. "I mean, I want you to touch me everywhere."

I giggled, Asmodeus kissed my temple. "And," he punctuated each word with another kiss, "I want to touch you, absolutely everywhere." His fingers slid down my back, fiddling at the bottom of my blouse. I pressed a kiss to his lips, nodding my head, signally my approval. The demon hummed against my lips, and slipped my shirt upwards.

We pulled apart, my fingers felt numb as I worked to remove my belt and jeans. Asmodeus watched me with sleepy eyes. Even in the dark of my bedroom, his eyes, those beautiful, ethereal eyes were luminous and warm. They were positively glowing with coral light. I felt bashful and turned away from his gaze.

Asmodeus took my hands in his, warming my finger tips. He guided me to the zipper of his coat, easing my fingers around the toggle, coaxing me into removing the article as he had done to my blouse. I swallowed down the last of my nerves, this was something we both wanted. I wanted.

I pulled the zipper down and tugged the jacket from his slender arms. I tossed aside his scarf. Just last night I had gathered these pieces from the floor and now I returned them to it. It was much more satisfying today. Each article of clothing we wore fell away from our bodies like leaves fall from trees, leaving us naked and exposed. And I made good on my statement; I would touch the demon everywhere.

The demon's skin was impossibly soft. As smooth and supple as the rose petals that scented him, and I couldn't get enough of him. I ran my fingers over him, let my palms press into him, leaving faint red impressions as I kissed and sucked at his flesh. Underneath my fingers he felt handcrafted, cast from a mold that was made only once, just for me. No one else could find the dimple behind his ear, the soft curve at his navel, the tender skin at the inside of his elbow. These were mine. Unique. Bespoke.

He moaned, a sound that was as teasing as his touches, enticing me, pulling out my desires. Asmodeus pulled me down to the mattress, and slid over me with an easy grace. His lips left sticky kisses along my ribs. He leaned back and onto his knees, stroking his fingers along my inner thigh, along my calf, lifting my leg in his hands. He a made nibbling kiss against my ankle, and I whimpered, another kiss behind my knee. He was erotic, stimulating me, teasing me. Strong hands finding parts of my body that had long been slumbering. Waking them. Blowing the spark of desire, kindling it into a flame.

I was burning hot under his caresses, and he knew it. I was eager to return each motion with a touch of my own. "Mm, let me touch you, this time. I want it to be all about you." He said to me, and I was not going to argue. Asmodeus' arms wrapped against my sides; I slipped my wrists behind his neck. He kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel his lean muscles against my stomach, his chest firm against my breasts. Opposite. Complimentary. Fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Our bodies joined together, he moaned against my lips and I swallowed the sound. My nails slid down his back, he arched against me. My breath held in my lungs, my legs wrapped around his hips, I was moving on instinct, moving only to increase the intensity of togetherness. His motions were delicious and I was eager to devour them all, hungry for each sensation and pleasure. "Asmo," I said breathlessly, he moaned my name, our bodies hummed. Vibrating. A crescendo. Then, a warm melody as the two of us breathed heavily, wrapped in each other's arms.

Asmodeus brushed my hair away from my neck, blowing softly. I shuddered. "Mmm, Asmo, shh." I cooed, wriggling against his side. The demon sighed, gathering me closer to him, tangling his legs in with mine. Curling and winding.

"I love spending time with you," he said, gazing at me. I blushed. His words were more intimate then our naked bodies, caressing my heart with more tenderness than any finger tips. I kissed his cheek, enjoying the giggle of pleasure I received in response. The demon wrapped me in his arms, and tucked my forehead to his shoulder. "I really am the most radiant at night," he whispered, "so sleep, and we'll go out later, just you and me."

I nuzzled close to the Avatar of Lust and closed my eyes. "You really are beautiful Asmo," I whispered to him, "outside... and within." Asmodeus ran his knuckles up and down my arm, just as he had earlier. But I no longer felt weary, the feeling replaced with an overwhelming warmth. I felt desired. Cherished.