Adventure in the great wide somewhere - CW [Samael]

He'd decided in this very moment, that he wanted her and that he needed her so very badly. Sex wasn't always something he found himself interested in, but maybe it was his want to play with his food or simply because he lusted for this human, yet he could not care less at the moment. He only knew that he wanted to rip off her clothes and have his way with her, whether they were actually gonna go all the way or simply have fun with each other, time would only truly give the answer for that simple little thing. He watched as she very quickly got up, of course, resulting in the coffee cups landing on the ground and yet he could not care less, it didn't even become much of a thought, compared to the other things and what else had happened prior to this. He'd actually been a lot more analyzing before he now knew what was going to happen, so one might say the lust at the moment had clouded much of his judgement.
He even allowed her to touch him, as she pulled him out of the café, all thoughts of payment or for that matter cleaning disappearing. He simply allowed her the moment of control, as she pulled him outside. He assumed she might be searching for a taxi, given she hadn't just pulled him in the direction of whatever apartment she might be the owner of. So in order to speed things up, he allowed his essence to expand further, and as he saw the first taxi coming by, he pulled out a hand to get the driver's attention, making him stop rather fast. Getting inside the backseat, he pulled Alena with him "She knows the address," he mumbled, not really interested in the driver, as his gaze seemed to linger on the human beside him. He placed a hand on her thigh, leaning in to kiss her neck ever so softly.

The drive seemed to take far too long if one asked him of course, and yet time seemed to move at a good pace, once he had his attention moved to her pretty neck, kissing every aspect of it, while sensing her body's reaction to everything. He did very much enjoy this part, even if he didn't often have sex, the reactions to his presence and how the body seemed to grow more and more addicted to him, was truly his favourite part.
As the car stopped, and they finally arrived at the destination, it didn't take long for them to get out and then inside her apartment, it almost seemed as if she'd teleported them inside, as fast as it actually went. Maybe it was also his growing need, that made it seem like it went faster than it might, the only thing he was certain of, was when they got inside he followed her to the bedroom and from there he found himself a spot on her bed. He pulled off his shoes and yet didn't seem to take anything else off, as his eyes lingered on her, almost seemingly like fire in the intensity, ironic given their deep blue colour "take off your clothes," he said simply, leaning back on one hand. He wanted to see the rest of her body, see if it was a beautiful as what he'd already seen so far.

He watched as each item of clothes got removed, revealing more and more of her beautiful body, which also did seem to have the right effect on his own body, as he reacted to what was being shown in front of him. While far from being human, his body did sometimes react in ways that were mundane to the male body, especially when being presented with the body of a person he seemed to lust after. Though with each piece of clothing disappearing, his gaze seemed to both darken and get more intense, as if excited about what else would be shown, and just how much she would end up removing. To both his surprise and pleasure, she ended up completely naked in front of him, even allowing her deep dark brown hair to be let loose. So one might say he was quite pleased with her, even now making a mental note of at least giving her pleasure for the current time, as a gift from being such a good girl.
He got up from the bed, and as he stepped toward her, he opened the shirt and allowed it to fall to the ground, revealing his naked chest underneath. While not extremely muscular, he was somewhat lean, with few scars noticeable against his pale skin. The next thing to be taken off was the dark pants, which were opened rather slowly and he kept eye contact with her the whole time. Long legs leading up to a pair of tight boxers, that didn't quite leave anything to the imagination, yet they weren't on long enough to give the chance of imagining what was underneath, as he then also pulled them off, now standing completely naked in front of her.
He knew, that while not having a muscular body, he wasn't ugly, actually, he was far from ugly and did, in fact, possess traits that made him handsome in the eyes of his victims. He stepped closer to her, only stopping as they were a few cm from each other, his hand reaching out to run from her hip up towards her back, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers "So what do you want me to do?" he asked, as he met her eyes, the blue now almost completely gone beneath the darkness of both his lust and dilated pupil.

When she quoted back his own words to her, revealing the thing she wanted him to do, he raised an eyebrow. Not surprised by the fact she could quote his own words to him, but rather how bold it was of her, this young woman caught up in fantasies of old classical novels, now being quite the opposite of that. He didn't say anything, rather allowing her a moment to admire his naked form, as he felt her fingers tracing along his neck and chest. He wondered what she might think because while he could read her body's reaction towards him, he wasn't able to actually read her very thoughts, even if he did try to guess what she might be thinking in a few moments. Yet, her touch and the fact she inhaled his scent, gave him a clear idea of what she was feeling and what might have been going through her head.
However, the sudden push, making him fall back down on the bed, came very much as a surprise, his gaze quickly being raised to her eyes, before he then realised what she'd done. He liked this impatience in her, that she couldn't wait for it to begin, or that she simply might think he was being too slow. Nonetheless, it was a surprising change of pace, compared to what he was used to from others.
With them both on the bed, he switched them around, so that she would be underneath him and before she could say anything, he kissed her deeply. He allowed their lips to part, as the dance of the tongues began and yet it did not last for long, before his lips travelled down her neck and then down to her chest, one hand softly touching her breast, while his mouth almost explored the other one. He wanted her to make as many sounds as possible, wanted to see what she might do if he did certain things vs everything else. He continued the travel, as he kissed her stomach all while his fingers gracefully caressed her hips and then thighs.

Such sweet sounds of pleasure she made, enough to drive a man wild. How he just wanted her, he wanted to fuck her and leave her wanting for more, and yet he at the same time, the thought of her begging for it, was that more enticing than just doing it. And so he continued his travels further down, feeling her pushing him down at the same time, and he knew exactly which spot she wanted him to stop at and what he should be doing at this very spot. He imagined her to be sweet, matching her sounds of pleasure and the taste of her lips. He wondered if her soul would be as tasteful, the thought made him almost droll with hunger.
He pushed her body further up the bed, as he found his place between her legs, his arms around her legs, forcing them over his shoulders, his face now placed in the very spot he wanted to be inside and yet he wouldn't do it without her begging for it. While he could often be considered rather selfish, going towards his own pleasures as well as his own wants and needs, he did enjoy pleasuring people first, especially when it came to sex, it was a rather intimate part of sex, hearing someone scream because you did something they loved so very much.
Without waiting for too long, he moved in and "attacked", his mouth finding her clit, almost sucking on it as if it were his very favourite candy. One hand held her legs in place, while the other inserted 2 fingers inside her, making sure to curve them just the right angle for her pleasure. He wanted to make her scream, wanted to be sure she at least felt that pleasure, before she would die.

While not one for just having sex, and unlike many other Demons that seemed to swim in this simple act, as in the end, he did find it to be somewhat repetitive and boring, he wasn't completely unaware as to how one pleasured someone else. Also having both lived a long life, as well as studied the anatomy of many people, he did know where a lot of the pressure points for pleasure were. Meaning in a situation like this, trapped between the legs of a woman, his mouth pressed against the very spot she seemed to want him to interact with, he knew where to lick or press, for her to make the loudest sounds. It had always been a smaller game for him, to see how far he could take it or what he had to do, to make someone almost lose themselves completely in the act of being pleasured by him. Because with the mix of what he was doing and his powers themselves, the person should almost disappear completely.
Unlike many others, he listened to her begging for him not to stop, as he continued. He wanted her to beg him for more, to beg for him to never stop or maybe even replace the fingers with something else entirely. The thought actually made him rather hard, a surprise for himself, as he rarely did that when thinking about the pleasures of someone else. Many could therefore call him rather selfish in the acts of sex, yet with the knowledge of not being it. He tried moving his fingers a bit, yet would continue to put pressure on that one point he would assume she'd love. Yet the temptation to simply stop and then move up to have his ways with her was greater than when they had just started this out.

He'd been with many women and even many men, yet he did not remember any of them having these types of sounds coming from them, these types of moans and almost screams and he had to admit he loved it. Though muffled by her hand, he was able to pick up on her scream, one he took as a sign he was doing just the right thing and just the right movements. He also had to admit, that she tasted sweet, not that he would ever actually say it out loud to anyone, yet even with the craving of having her, he wouldn't mind doing this act again, of going down on her. He'd imagine many men finding it trivial and boring, not having direct pleasure themselves, however, he did not mind it and even found it almost more erotic than the more straightforward part.
Though, trapped in the actions of wanting to give her pleasures, he felt the movements of her legs and allowed her to move them off his shoulders, even going as far as to let go of them entirely. It wasn't often he let someone take some control when it came to sex, yet maybe a mix of a deep hunger for her and a curiosity about what she would do. So as she grabbed his neck, pulling him up towards her, he moved with her pull, only having his fingers still inside of her, as his lips found hers. The deep hunger he felt in her, the sexual power she emitted from herself if hadn't known any better he'd assumed her to be some kind of succubus and not a simple human.
He moved his lips hungrily against hers, mirroring the passion and hunger, the free hand moving gracefully up her side and up to her enchanting breast. Yet as the kiss broke, her deep hunger for him truly revealed, as she begged for him to take her, wanting to feel him and he assumed inside her. The darkened blue eyes looked down at her, his lips slightly puffed and red from the force behind her previous kiss. Usually, he would probably have teased her, and made her beg even more for him, but he felt like being a bit good to her, and also due to his own hunger for her. Instead, he removed his fingers, using the arm to hold himself up above her, the hand that had once grabbed her breast, reaching down to grab hold of himself. For a second he debated with himself, as to how he should do it, as he guided himself in place and yet not wanting to waste any more seconds on thoughts, with one fast thrust he was inside her.
She was warm and felt nice, so nice in fact he himself even made a deep sound of pleasure, in the form of some kind of moan. He wasn't quite sure what about her seemed to please him, that even just being inside her was what he needed to feel good and nonetheless even pleasure. He'd closed his eyes for a moment, before then opening them to look at her, to see what she might be feeling, how she would react to this and to sensation of him.

He'd always enjoyed a certain amount of pain, so her fingers digging into his arm, even if in such a weakened state, wasn't something he minded her doing. If he was being completely honest, he would prefer her doing in a larger amount, yet maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea, her being a human played a larger factor in why, he couldn't just unleash everything he had in him, or else she might just break. His larger plan did make it so, that he wasn't so interested in her simply dying before he'd gotten a taste of her sweet soul.
Once inside her, his hand reached to grab her thigh, moving it up to his hip, just to get the right angle of it all. His eyes never once left hers, as he took in every single expression she made, from relief to desire. He liked watching people, even in such trivial things as sex, it gave him a sense of power in a way, being able to do this to someone, by simply doing so little. He never really understood men that couldn't do much in the bed, as it didn't really take anything out of him, when it came to sex or the pleasure of someone else, if anything it was actually rather easy and boring at times.
He leaned down to her, capturing her lips in what could only be described as a heated kiss, one which only a lover would grant someone and one which didn't take long before lips would be broken apart and their tongues meeting in a dance. It was also about this time, that he finally decided to move, no longer satisfied with the still position. With every thrust and every movement of his hips, a small sound came from him, as if he was enjoying himself, which he clearly was appearing to be. The sounds broke through the kiss every once in a while, yet his movements did remain at a good speed, not too fast and not too slow, he wanted her to beg for him to be either faster or slower. A part of him was curious to see what she would do, if she would beg or if she might even take a bit of control.

He liked how she begged him for different things, how it made him feel and the kind of surprises he would get. Because, unlike so many others, her begging wasn't for him to spare her life or rather to leave her alone, but to give her pleasures. He was her addiction and would be the one that kept her awake at night, leaving her wanting more and more. So much more than her tiny body would be able to hold and in a way, he was actually willing to give it to her. Yes, he may have hidden agendas with everything he did, but at the same time he found himself curious about her, and about her wants. As she lay there underneath him, asking him to give her everything he could and not to hold back.
He wondered if maybe it would be too much for her, but why did he care for that? He wanted to kill her after all, so why would it matter if she died at this moment, at least she would die with the gift of him having bedded her. Softly he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers and a smile almost seemed to creep in on his lips "as you wish," he said, this being the first time he'd said something since they had begun their little adventure of pleasure.
Yet, just as she wished for, he started moving a bit faster, his thrusts going deeper and maybe a bit harder than before. if she did not want him to hold back, then he would show her what it would mean. Of course, not that he was going to give her the strength of a demon, but he would allow her at least some of what she wanted. His lips also seemed to find their way to her neck, while the hand that had held her leg grabbed her breast once more. His own deep breathing and moans would be a lot more clear to her, as his warm breath would hit her ear.

It was as if with speed, she became louder and he could feel her more clearly. Her body and her soul, it was more present and a lot louder than when they had first started talking. It wasn't unusual for people, for their bodies and their souls to become more vivid once entering a heightened emotion, such as desire or fear. It was the reason souls became more delicious once the victim became delirious with fear and pain. So being this near to Alena, with her soul screaming for him as blood would do for vampires. So his sudden wants for her changed quite fast, from wanting her body to wanting her soul. He should have known this would happen, yet he hadn't had sex with a human for a while, so maybe he'd forgotten how souls screamed out for him, once the human entered a state of pleasure like this.
He tightened his grip on her wonderous breast, his lips still softly kissing her neck and had it not been for his closed eyes, his darkened black eyes would have become more clear as he moved his head to kiss her lips. By doing this, he also ignored her question regarding if he was still holding back, while this was in fact what he was doing, he did not care for answering her question. He'd never been a fan of being questioned too much, being dotted too much or loved too much, and an eternal dilemma for him, in the constant state of wanting something and yet not wanting it too much.
The kiss turned more heated, as he tried parting her lips and choosing just the right moment, in which her passion and pleasure would be at its highest and it was at this moment he took a taste. Being a demon, he lived mostly of souls, so it was rather easy for him, sucking out a piece of someone's soul and as Alena would be feeling nothing but the euphoria of his presence and of the sex, she would not feel the pain of suddenly lacking a piece of her own soul. As expected she was sweet, and yet so much more than he'd imagined, if only he could keep her alive much like a livestock, always getting more of her soul, never to run out. He forced his true eyes back so that when he opened them to look at her, the more humane ones would look down at her.

The scream coming from her as she came, had been absolutely perfect. He'd felt he almost coming, before it had actually happened, sensed it in her body and then as it washed over her like the flood would a beach. It didn't take him much longer before his own release finally hit him and a soft moan left his lips. His pupils had dilated quite a bit and as he looked down at her face, caught in the expression of sweet release, he tilted his head slightly. Usually, at this point, he would kill the person he was with or simply just leave, as he didn't particularly enjoy the aftermath of sex, some people tended to get rather touchy in places they shouldn't, or rather he simply did not want them to be.
Yet as he'd not to kill her now, nor leave just after they had sex, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. He wasn't sure if she was the cuddly type or what she wanted at the moment, so instead of being lifted above her, he softly settled his body close to her own, his hand that softly caressed her cheek. She looked beautiful, he did have to admit that, the post-sex expression suited her, like a cross between someone feeling happy and what he would assume a goddess of sex and love would also be appearing. Not sure of what to do, he waited for her to ask him to do something, so until she did that he would just continue to stroke the features of her face.

The sudden push against his shoulders did in fact actually surprise him, which explained why he fall back and landed on his back, allowing her this one control over him, as she laid herself on top of him. He felt her head against his chest and for a moment he debated what to do if he should pull back or allow her at least this moment and yet it felt so intimate and emotional in a way. Truth be that he was manipulating her, making her believe he wanted her and that he desired her, maybe even wanted more than simple desire, just so that he could break her simple little heart, once he chose to end her life. Yet cuddling with someone after having had sex, it felt like going the step beyond what he'd planned
Though after a little while, he simply allowed the moment to happen, as he put an arm around her, his fingers running up and down her side and down her arm to her hand, and then back the same way. With his other hand, he found her leg and moved it over his lower stomach, so that she could be closer to him, given it seemed that was what she wanted from him, to be close at this moment after they had just had sex. He didn't say anything, simply stroking her skin softly, and his hand resting on her leg while listening to her body, sensing what might happen or what she might do.

Her soft tender touch almost tickled his skin, he couldn't remember the last time someone had touched him in this way, in such a tender and soft way. Most people that interacted with him either wanted to kill him or simply wanted his body, so it was never with a loving touch, no matter what the direction went in regards to intentions. It almost made him feel strange, maybe even a bit warm inside, and for a second he even feared feelings were coming forth, like when the lover gently touched one's face with tender regard. Yet it was her question, which pulled him back from all his thoughts and back to reality, a reality in which she wanted to know about him.
He did enjoy certain aspects of being known, of someone wanting to know him, however, he was also deeply paranoid, afraid pieces of information would be put in the wrong places and that it may in the end kill him. After all, this was why his brother had been locked up, after they no longer shared the same body, the information his brother had, would be too dangerous in the wrong hands. He even had them removed from the mind of his brother.
He'd been quiet for a little while, as if thinking about what he would say to her and how he would explain his family to her, of all the things she could ask, it did have to be the one with the most complicated answer. Of course, he could just lie and give her some false story about happiness, and love shared between parents, a story of a warm childhood and one of safety. Yet a part of him actually wanted to tell the truth, how he was ripped from his mother's arms, only to be brought to hell, tortured and shaped into the perfect warrior and just as he thought happiness was a goal, he was abandoned in a hellish dimension, alone in the forever pits of his own despair. He'd imagine telling her all this, the fear that would spread as she realized he was not her dream prince, but that of her nightmare.
"It's complicated, my parents got a divorce shortly after I was born," he chuckled and frowned for a moment as he thought of what to say "I grew up mostly with my father, we never really had a close bond, but he was all I had and now I haven't seen him in years." He shrugged, not really wanting to talk about family, because why did she have to bring up his fucking family? The act alone almost made him want to kill her on the spot because now he had to remember, he had to remember the pain and the sorrow "I'm sorry, I don't really wanna talk about it," he looked away from her, for a second feeling some kinds of stinging in his eyes. Maybe he was mad at his parents more than anyone, because why wasn't he good enough to love, why did he have to become the monster?
He guided her face up towards his own, to find her lips with his own, thinking maybe if he kissed her she would not ask any more questions.