The only thing that kept her from jumping him right then and there was the knowledge that anyone could walk into the shop at any moment — and even that barely gave her pause. The thrill of getting caught was just as appealing, though. Knowing they weren't supposed to be feeling one another up right now only made her want him more.
She bit the inside of her cheek, a soft, needy whine still loud enough for him to hear. Her hips jerked against the teasing swirl of his tail, and her back arched to assure he got a nice meaty handful of her breast, nipple hardening against his palm. She focused on his tongue — and whether this was a good or bad idea had yet to be determined.
"Mmn." She whimpered and lapped her tongue against the ice cream — the tang of heat hitting the back of her throat. Night Sky's hand slipped inward along his thigh, fingers squeezing against his crotch. "I don't mind a little heat." He sure knew that already. "I wonder how they make it hot and cold at the same time."
A lovely tra-... ade... Lucifer couldn't help the small jump in his seat from that sneaky hand. What misfortune they had that he couldn't find some way to shift her a little and have her ride without making it obvious-
He gave her a squeeze, her arch filling his hand, and the pad of a fingertip circled the firming nipple. Would that he could taste her, but that's what the treats were for: Sending a message.
"Magic, you think...?" Naughty dryad. Despite his casual tone, that squeeze on his fly netted her that black tail thrusting in deep.
"Nah, couldn't be. But culinary art is a sort of magic of its own, I suppose." The tail pulled out only halfway before working itself back in. Deep and slow. The spade caressed as it moved, giving a little flick akin to a tongue.
She could slide into his lap. Just a loving couple, being cute in an ice cream shop, but given how she was already so close to breaking with just the touch of his tail and his hand, maybe it was best he hadn't fully considered it.
His tail slipped inside her, scraping against delicate nerves, her thighs trembling and spreading, just a little, under the flowing fabric of her cardigan. Night Sky took a bite of her cone. Maybe if she ate faster he would get to eating her faster.
"Hhuh?" What the hell was he talking about? She was losing the plot. Her fingers stroked against his crotch, tracing the outline of his cock and squeezing each time his tail slipped back inside her. "They sure make these cones big, don't they? I'm getting full."
Pure word chaff, it seemed. Throws onlookers off the scent... mmmmaybe. Lucifer could only hope he was coming off like a harsh food critic. It kept his mind somewhat focused, especially when her hand was giving him a little bit of payback.
The hand that held his own cone was trembling a bit, and the jumping of his leg turned to a small grind of his heel into the floor. His tail coiled as it thrust faster, coupled with a little pinch between his fingers.
"I-it's to make sure you get... exactly what you deserve, of course..."
A loud crunch signaled that Night Sky was nearly done with her cone — and also nearly done elsewhere. Muscles twitched and spasmed around his tail, the slick sound of it thrusting in and out of her hidden only by the shift of fabric and the sounds of them finishing their cones.
"What I deserve..." she repeated, took that last bite of her ice cream, and leaned in, voice low, husky, and devious; fingers still stroking his cock through his pants. "...is for you to take me outside and fuck me against a wall before I start screaming." Because she would absolutely make a scene if she had to.
How he was able to eat his own cone was anyone's guess, but he would suspect later it required some form of miracle. But the way she was making him squirm was doing him no favors, his added movement only building upon what was going to be a problem in short order. To sit here around so many people, engaging in a touch of taboo and wondering if any of those stray glances were ones of knowing what was happening under the fabric... maybe a little jealousy that they couldn't have it so good...
A warm rush jumped up his spine when her voice changed, one usually reserved for nights under the shade of Land's near-endless woods, or beneath bedsheets or layers of his own downy feathers.
"That... you do deserve, baby." You keep touching like that, and he would take you down with him. As much as he wanted to throw all caution to the wind and guide her hand into his pants, he would practice only a little sanity today: His tail pushed in deep just once more, feeling cheeky, before he pulled out to pop that appendage free.
"I've got about twenty seconds left in me before I get us kicked out of this place," he uttered, already thinking of how quickly he could tug everything aside and get her bouncing on his lap- no.No. Outside. Outside. Outside. Please, for the love of the gods-
That was agreement enough. Night Sky shot to her feet despite the shaking of her legs, grabbed Lucifer's wrist, and yanked him out of his seat as she made a beeline for the door to the outside world. No, she did not care if anyone saw the slick shining on Lucifer's tail, nor the flush of her cheeks. She was, at least, aware enough to angle herself so the swishing fabric of her cardigan blocked the bulge in his pants when they hurried out the door.
She practically shoved him into the alley between the sea cream shop and a jewlery store, concealed just enough by shadows that people probably couldn't see them unless they were really looking. And even if they did — Night Sky was ready to get dicked down in the middle of a shop, she didn't care one way or another.
As per her request, Night Sky backed herself up against the nearest wall, grabbing at her husband the entire way, yanking him in for a heated, feverish kiss. "Finish what you started, love."
He was such a slight thing, that yank taking little effort to get him on his feet even before her whole deal as a dryad. Lucifer kept his tail low- the show wasn't for them- but he was just as flustered as they hurried out of the shop. His feet hand crammed the last couple inches of his own cone into his mouth to crunch away and be done with it.
The devil all but stumbled into the alley and only recovered enough to be grabbed again- oh god, manhandle him some more- and drawn in. Relieved to not need to mask anything any more, and not caring a single rat fuck about anyone looking in, fever was met with equal measure. He always loved the taste of her, now given the lovely twist of the sea cream upon her tongue.
His tail whipped once behind him, a sharp crack in the air. Her wish, his command. As a hand slipped beneath this lovely ensemble she wore, there was just one problem with it: The shorts. With a short growl in his throat, he tore the bridge of fabric between Night Sky's thighs.
He gave himself his first spark of relief by tugging down the front of his pants. He made short work of hiking her up against the wall, lining himself up and plunging into her. With a shudder and a shaky breath that had thin tendrils of steam snaking between his teeth, his pace was hard and messy; akin more to a frenzied creature that had foolishly worked himself than a man that only mostly had sense.
She would not lament the loss of the shorts as his claws ripped through them, and all she could think about was how fucking hot it was when he lost control like that — when he did not care for anything but getting what he wanted.
Her arms looped around his neck, fingers winding roughly into his hair, grasping at the fabric along his back and threatening to start ripping at it herself with how hard she gripped him. Legs hooked around his waist, locked at the ankles, and pressed against his backside with each thrust so she could aid in the rough bounce of her hips when he pushed into her.
"Oh, fffuck." She whined with that near instant rush of relief, so glad to be filled after being teased so heartily. Night Sky pulled a hand back just long enough to push her shirt up, letting the fabric bunch above her breasts, the hand on the back of his head urging him down toward an exposed nipple.
His tail moved quickly, winding around her ankles, another point of contact as his arms had her in a tight, possessive grip. Onlookers could look, but they could not touch. His eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, deep red pinned with burning gold. His breaths were shallow, an animal's growl blended with the angel's soft utterances of pleasure.
As unfocused as his gaze was, however, he still watched as she lifted her shirt. When guided he offered no fight, occupying his mouth with taste after taste of her freckled skin. She tasted of earth, the mild salt of sweat, and his mouth watered. He thrust faster, a maddened thing, dexterous tongue circling that nipple.
"Oh my gods..." she whimpered, unable to fathom a thought beyond that as her fingers curled tightly into his hair and back again. His merciless, frenzied thrusting made her vision blur with the intense rush of pleasure; her head cocked back and her chest thrust out for him to indulge in the sweet meat of her breasts. After that tease, everything felt electrified; each touch making her cry out, needy and wanton and uncaring how loud she was being. If no one saw them, somehow, they would hear her as her moans and pleas for more only grew louder by the second.
She wanted to say something else, but she was so drunk on him all she could do was whine out his name somewhere amidst the cacaophanous sounds of their bodies connecting over and over again. Her muscles twitched in a telltale sign of orgasm — and another followed almost immediately after; slick drooling down her thighs that mirrored the saliva that had pooled in her mouth and started falling from her lips — so mindlessly aroused she couldn't even think to swallow it back.
He feasted like he found another sea cream cone, his ministrations deepening as he felt his mind slipping more and more. The feel of her tightening around him, each needy cry that practically echoed through the alleyway urged him to keep that pace, end their mutual torture after so much teasing in the shop.
Let him hear it... his teeth brushed against her skin, seeking, searching-
His grip on her tightened enough to bite into her skin when he felt her twitch. A short, strangled cry was in his throat as he bit down, marking her breast as he felt as if she'd grabbed his ankle as she went tumbling down, yanking him with her. He gladly let himself sink, thrusting in deep before she could feel him spilling hard, like he'd been denying himself for weeks.
Night Sky bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, then promptly decided, fuck it, if people were going to hear her, they were going to hear her. There was no way she could deny him the sound of her pleasure, not when he felt so fucking good after those agonizing moments of teasing each other in the shop.
She cried out as pain shot through her chest — a pain that was lost immediately to the overwhelming pleasure and heat coursing through her. Her heels pressed hard into his backside, nails threatening to tear open the fabric of his jacket, body trembling and staying upright only through his strength and the wall behind her. She started to slump in his arms. "Ah... gods damn, Lucifer. I need to start teasing you more, apparently."
The shallow panting from him left in short growls that weren't human. Ruin his jacket. Tear his skin for all he fucking cares. He wanted to feel everything...
But that high had begun to ebb, and her body had begun to slack from its vice grip at all angles. A hard shudder rolled up his back before his blink was a brief flutter, red cooling back to gold.
The remark had turned his face a further gold for good measure. "A-ahah, it's... well, that was an awakening, I think..."
Lucifer pulled back a little, traced a finger where his teeth had been. His healing would remain mild, because why remove the fun of a few lingering marks?
She lifted a trembling hand to rest against the back of his head, fingers wound into his hair, hazy eyes focused down as he healed the mark he left. If he did so completely, she would have protested, so he did well to leave it as a nice little reminder.
"Ha..." she giggled, the sound hoarse and uttered past trembling lips. Night Sky leaned up to kiss him. "My love... that was amazing. You are amazing. I want to do this again — it's like an adventure." A sexy, thrilling adventure. "I love you so fucking much."
He'd teased before. He'd been teased. But there was something in that entire exchange that set a fire in him to which he couldn't remember experiencing before. Yet the relief in him was visible with her answer, and he leaned down to kiss her in kind.
"And I love you. ...When the opportunity strikes, I'll keep your wish in mind." His hold turned tender, and the binding with his tail loosened, turned to the soothing stroke against one of her calves with the spade end.
But the grin turned mischievous. "During one of our big monthly meetups, maybe... or we shoot for the moon: Think I should pool the Bones together, net a meeting with one of the faction leaders and try mid-meeting...? Or is that a little too ambitious?"
Such a funny position to be in, pressed between him and the wall, the remnants of their coupling still slick upon her thighs, her fingers woven into his hair to keep him close. She laughed again.
"Why not both?" The latter may be nigh impossible, but gods would it be good. "But we can start simple. The mingle... yes. See if anyone catches on or not."
"Then I'll get to scheming when we get home," he replied with a chuckle. He smoothed down her top, but when he eased away from the wall, he wasn't exactly putting her down or letting her go.
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She bit the inside of her cheek, a soft, needy whine still loud enough for him to hear. Her hips jerked against the teasing swirl of his tail, and her back arched to assure he got a nice meaty handful of her breast, nipple hardening against his palm. She focused on his tongue — and whether this was a good or bad idea had yet to be determined.
"Mmn." She whimpered and lapped her tongue against the ice cream — the tang of heat hitting the back of her throat. Night Sky's hand slipped inward along his thigh, fingers squeezing against his crotch. "I don't mind a little heat." He sure knew that already. "I wonder how they make it hot and cold at the same time."
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He gave her a squeeze, her arch filling his hand, and the pad of a fingertip circled the firming nipple. Would that he could taste her, but that's what the treats were for: Sending a message.
"Magic, you think...?" Naughty dryad. Despite his casual tone, that squeeze on his fly netted her that black tail thrusting in deep.
"Nah, couldn't be. But culinary art is a sort of magic of its own, I suppose." The tail pulled out only halfway before working itself back in. Deep and slow. The spade caressed as it moved, giving a little flick akin to a tongue.
"But that texture, love... it feels so good."
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His tail slipped inside her, scraping against delicate nerves, her thighs trembling and spreading, just a little, under the flowing fabric of her cardigan. Night Sky took a bite of her cone. Maybe if she ate faster he would get to eating her faster.
"Hhuh?" What the hell was he talking about? She was losing the plot. Her fingers stroked against his crotch, tracing the outline of his cock and squeezing each time his tail slipped back inside her. "They sure make these cones big, don't they? I'm getting full."
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The hand that held his own cone was trembling a bit, and the jumping of his leg turned to a small grind of his heel into the floor. His tail coiled as it thrust faster, coupled with a little pinch between his fingers.
"I-it's to make sure you get... exactly what you deserve, of course..."
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"What I deserve..." she repeated, took that last bite of her ice cream, and leaned in, voice low, husky, and devious; fingers still stroking his cock through his pants. "...is for you to take me outside and fuck me against a wall before I start screaming." Because she would absolutely make a scene if she had to.
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A warm rush jumped up his spine when her voice changed, one usually reserved for nights under the shade of Land's near-endless woods, or beneath bedsheets or layers of his own downy feathers.
"That... you do deserve, baby." You keep touching like that, and he would take you down with him. As much as he wanted to throw all caution to the wind and guide her hand into his pants, he would practice only a little sanity today: His tail pushed in deep just once more, feeling cheeky, before he pulled out to pop that appendage free.
"I've got about twenty seconds left in me before I get us kicked out of this place," he uttered, already thinking of how quickly he could tug everything aside and get her bouncing on his lap- no. No. Outside. Outside. Outside. Please, for the love of the gods-
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She practically shoved him into the alley between the sea cream shop and a jewlery store, concealed just enough by shadows that people probably couldn't see them unless they were really looking. And even if they did — Night Sky was ready to get dicked down in the middle of a shop, she didn't care one way or another.
As per her request, Night Sky backed herself up against the nearest wall, grabbing at her husband the entire way, yanking him in for a heated, feverish kiss. "Finish what you started, love."
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The devil all but stumbled into the alley and only recovered enough to be grabbed again- oh god, manhandle him some more- and drawn in. Relieved to not need to mask anything any more, and not caring a single rat fuck about anyone looking in, fever was met with equal measure. He always loved the taste of her, now given the lovely twist of the sea cream upon her tongue.
His tail whipped once behind him, a sharp crack in the air. Her wish, his command. As a hand slipped beneath this lovely ensemble she wore, there was just one problem with it: The shorts. With a short growl in his throat, he tore the bridge of fabric between Night Sky's thighs.
He gave himself his first spark of relief by tugging down the front of his pants. He made short work of hiking her up against the wall, lining himself up and plunging into her. With a shudder and a shaky breath that had thin tendrils of steam snaking between his teeth, his pace was hard and messy; akin more to a frenzied creature that had foolishly worked himself than a man that only mostly had sense.
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Her arms looped around his neck, fingers winding roughly into his hair, grasping at the fabric along his back and threatening to start ripping at it herself with how hard she gripped him. Legs hooked around his waist, locked at the ankles, and pressed against his backside with each thrust so she could aid in the rough bounce of her hips when he pushed into her.
"Oh, fffuck." She whined with that near instant rush of relief, so glad to be filled after being teased so heartily. Night Sky pulled a hand back just long enough to push her shirt up, letting the fabric bunch above her breasts, the hand on the back of his head urging him down toward an exposed nipple.
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As unfocused as his gaze was, however, he still watched as she lifted her shirt. When guided he offered no fight, occupying his mouth with taste after taste of her freckled skin. She tasted of earth, the mild salt of sweat, and his mouth watered. He thrust faster, a maddened thing, dexterous tongue circling that nipple.
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She wanted to say something else, but she was so drunk on him all she could do was whine out his name somewhere amidst the cacaophanous sounds of their bodies connecting over and over again. Her muscles twitched in a telltale sign of orgasm — and another followed almost immediately after; slick drooling down her thighs that mirrored the saliva that had pooled in her mouth and started falling from her lips — so mindlessly aroused she couldn't even think to swallow it back.
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Let him hear it... his teeth brushed against her skin, seeking, searching-
His grip on her tightened enough to bite into her skin when he felt her twitch. A short, strangled cry was in his throat as he bit down, marking her breast as he felt as if she'd grabbed his ankle as she went tumbling down, yanking him with her. He gladly let himself sink, thrusting in deep before she could feel him spilling hard, like he'd been denying himself for weeks.
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She cried out as pain shot through her chest — a pain that was lost immediately to the overwhelming pleasure and heat coursing through her. Her heels pressed hard into his backside, nails threatening to tear open the fabric of his jacket, body trembling and staying upright only through his strength and the wall behind her. She started to slump in his arms. "Ah... gods damn, Lucifer. I need to start teasing you more, apparently."
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But that high had begun to ebb, and her body had begun to slack from its vice grip at all angles. A hard shudder rolled up his back before his blink was a brief flutter, red cooling back to gold.
The remark had turned his face a further gold for good measure. "A-ahah, it's... well, that was an awakening, I think..."
Lucifer pulled back a little, traced a finger where his teeth had been. His healing would remain mild, because why remove the fun of a few lingering marks?
"It wasn't too much, was it? Are you okay...?"
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"Ha..." she giggled, the sound hoarse and uttered past trembling lips. Night Sky leaned up to kiss him. "My love... that was amazing. You are amazing. I want to do this again — it's like an adventure." A sexy, thrilling adventure. "I love you so fucking much."
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"And I love you. ...When the opportunity strikes, I'll keep your wish in mind." His hold turned tender, and the binding with his tail loosened, turned to the soothing stroke against one of her calves with the spade end.
But the grin turned mischievous. "During one of our big monthly meetups, maybe... or we shoot for the moon: Think I should pool the Bones together, net a meeting with one of the faction leaders and try mid-meeting...? Or is that a little too ambitious?"
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"Why not both?" The latter may be nigh impossible, but gods would it be good. "But we can start simple. The mingle... yes. See if anyone catches on or not."
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"But for now... ah... portal? Thinking portal."
A beat.
"We're a liiittle bit of a mess."