Little Bit of Heaven

Decorate

I whined softly as I felt a gentle hand brush my feathers, carefully taking out the loose and old ones.

"Am I hurting you?" My love whispered in his charming voice.

Quickly I shook my head, my wing flicking some as he took his hand away. "N-No."

Jam chuckled softly, kissing my neck lovingly.

"I want to decorate you~" He cooed.

I felt my brows furrow. That sounded odd and sexual.

"W-What?" I gulped some as I pushed myself up from the bed.

I turned my head to him, his glasses on. I pouted at that. We kissed, I'm his now, why can't I see his eyes?

An amused smirk formed on his lips, his hand gently pulling me close to his lips. "We're not one completely... I don't want to hurt you, my little Angel." He then kissed me softly and sweetly.

I sighed into the kiss, relaxing to him. He kissed me so softly, so lovingly. It was my own Heaven. The kiss though didn't last long, much to my annoyance.

"You're curious about what I mean by Decorate, aren't you." He murmured the second we could stare at each other.

I blinked for a second, my confusion coming back to me. I bit my bottom lip before nodding to him.

Jam  smiled softly at me as he rubbed my cheek.

"Well, when a Demon mates or wants to mate with one person only, we like to make it as fucking clear as possible that, that person is ours. So we 'decorate' them in a way." He paused for a moment, most likely to let me process this. "For High class Demons and the majority of Middle class Demons, we decorate our mates with specialized jewelry. The jewelry can range from anything as simple as a pair of earrings to something as potent as a ring." I shifted some from where I sat, my wings fluffing behind me. "For the rest of the Demons, though, they like to physically mark their person. Some do it without consent, which usually ends with them dead or being the submissive ones. However, the majority do get their consent, so they use it well."

U-Use it w-well?

"The ones who have their consent, they like to take their time marking their mates. They'll often leave hickeys and love bites on their mate's neck if they're just trying to show the others them. But, for those that want to go further than that, they leave no part of their mate's body untouched. They make sure their mate is a mind boggling pleasure as they mark them. They want their mate to come for more whenever those markings become faded, maybe even before then." Suddenly, he stopped, his lips curving into a broad smirk. He then started to chuckle, he was laughing at me. But why was he doing that, I thought- "Do you want me to do that~? Cover you in hickeys and love bites~? Make you feel like you're in your own world of Heaven~"

An open shiver ran throughout my body at his question. I quickly looked up to him, looking through his own glasses, the lewd face I was making. The desperate look that was forming in my own eyes as a deep, blue blush swarmed my face. Those dark lenses even caught how riled my wings looked and the pulsing magic that was showing through the clothes I had on.

"Now tell me, Freshy~" He cooed, a hand tilted my head back. "How do you want me to decorate you~"

My lips were quivering, my body finally making its dying heat known. 

"J-Jam~" My voice was whiny in a way, it cooing out his name.

His gorgeous wings unfurled as he buried his head into my neck, biting right into the bone. I gasped at the painful feeling, quickly grasping his back.

"So delicious~" His voice darkened at the end, yet, it didn't scare me. "Why don't I decorate you completely~ My Little Angel~"