Just wanna be | wanna bewitch you in the moonlight

[privatelylustful]

[The world is new and he is new. There are all sorts of new instincts swimming through his mind - new words and ideas and thoughts that swim through his body. He's less bothered by his beautiful wings molting. There are new feathers growing in and they are gorgeous. Blue and green and purple with a glorious gold and purple and blue eye on the edge of each feather.

Somehow none of it matters and all of it matters but he has his rules and his things to do. It is a dry desert and the only person who can make it bloom belongs to him.

It's only fair. He has saved them and if his brother asked he would be with him with these new skills and these new feelings. It's like he's always known these things and he's seen humans do this. There's a vague memory of agreeing to it, of angels and demons sitting at a table to discuss how humans operate.

It's worth questioning.

If these are instincts for humans that he is somehow coming to understand. Wrapped in a black and gold loincloth, he stands a few feet away and watches her work.]

...The world only blooms for two people. For Her - and for you. [He smiles, and it's one full of innocence. He is crafted to be perfect and unlike his brother, he remains still beautiful. Still beloved.

Even if he doesn't feel like it anymore.]

...You have a wonderful gift.

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[privatelylustful]

[Asmodeus has not...been pleased with his brother. They have argued, not just over her but also over his duties, over his brother passing skills into his mind. Is it that you care for her? Then you should be grateful for what I'm giving you so you can find your own companions

He could care less. The humans spread and multiply but she is the only one there in his mind like a sweet constant ache and he can't bare to part with her -

So when her hips buck against his he can't help but raise his head for a moment. Instinct wants to urge him on so he sits, crosslegged, his fingers sliding between her legs to keep working at her.]

Did I go too fast? Slow?

[sathan]

( she doesn't have a verbal response for him, stunned by the pure bliss that's coursing through her, cry of pleasure coming from her that she doesn't even expect. she doesn't expect any of it and-- it feels so good, just as had always been promised, just as he always seemed to feel every time he finished.

her hands had gripped tighter at the grass as it had happened but that hadn't been it. she'd been getting steadily and steadily more relaxed as he'd sucked at her, her mental control slipping and as she'd sunk further into the grass so had her magic. it had been a slight thing at first, building as her orgasm had, each of the plants around them blooming, the grass just beneath her becoming thicker and just for a brief moment when she came, fading now, things had seemed brighter.

her breath is panted as her body starts to relax again, her orgasm fading, hips instinctively rocking against his continued touch )

I want to feel that again.

( and he'll tell just from the sounds she'd made, her increased moans, how pleasured she'd sounded, the cry out at the end-- he'll know that this time was different for her. even without her magic running wild )

[privatelylustful]

[He can't pick up on her magic. He is wrenched away from the world he helped construct but her body, he could feel it build and the world brightening around her made him feel like his abilities were a good thing. A powerful thing.

His hand lowers and he smiles before moving to lay beside her and sliding a hand through her hair. His features are teasing as he toys with her breast.]

So that's pleasure. And you liked it? That's what you felt. Pleasure.

I've been doing that, with my member. And now I know I can do it to you...

[He kissed the corner of her mouth.]

[sathan]

I wish I felt it every time.

( slowly her hand comes up to rest on his cheek, lilith feeling a little more together again )

Are we doing it wrong? Am I? You've felt that pleasure each time.

( and she'd never deny him it, not when she enjoys his cock between her legs but to never have felt such bliss before--

she pushes herself up, swinging a leg over him to sit at his waist )

You're good to me. I enjoy what we do but-- you've shown me how good it can be. Where am I going wrong?

( because as much as she never normally wants to think about it she knows that he's much more experienced than she is. how many has he brought such pleasure to before? )