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Shiori’s room was surprisingly pink, all things considered.
It had taken quite some time for Shiori to open up about herself at all, even when their relationship officially turned romantic, the other woman had still been a bit hesitant about being completely transparent. She found she didn’t mind, more than willing to give her the space to gradually open up. Everything at Shiori's pace.
It’s not as if Shiori didn’t show her in many ways the way she loved her, desire to help always seemed to drip of her whenever she realized she could assist the demon. Even if she didn’t really want to, just the option to be there for her would already seem to make her excited. Assisting on grocery runs, looking over her lyrics to fix spelling mistakes, listening to her repeat her songs time and time again to give advice, waking at night when sins of the past kept Nerissa awake far past normal hours just to soothe her.
It’s how they spend tonight joined to the hip in the kitchen, Nerissa preparing dinner for all of advent while Shiori attempted to not butcher the ingredients on the side. Her enthusiasm had been honestly adorable, if she thought too hard about it she might squeal.
While Shiori usually went out of her way to pester her on everything, she actually listened carefully through all her instructions and pointers. Going as far as allowing the raven to stand behind her to guide her knife movements for a bit, even if Nerissa could feel her tense up initially at the close contact.
Despite how much she denied, Shiori wanted. Wanted her.
And still with those signs, she almost choked on her own tongue when Shiori asked her to stay the night in her room after dinner was finished.
“Just to sleep Rissa, i’m not asking for more you Harlot” That familiar laughter filled the air while she desperately tried to form a coherent thought that wasn’t just repeating the word ‘please’ a hundred times in a row.
It has been 3 months so far, she shouldn’t be shocked by her girlfriend (girlfriend!!!) asking her to stay the night in her bed. They’ve done this before when they were just friends, so she shouldn’t be too shocked, but the idea now gave her a lot of weird butterflies in her stomach. The same butterflies now keeping her wide awake, staring at the almost obnoxiously pink walls while Shiori was sleeping peacefully against her back.
though the more time she spent lying here, the more those butterflies seem to spread into something more. The comforting pressure and warmth of the blankets and Shiori clinging to her suddenly seems scorching instead. She realizes she’s panting now too, her talons digging into the mattress beneath her and a very uncomfortable pressure builds near her crotch.
The realization hits her like a bucket of cold water, before absolute and utter panic sets in.
Heat.
Fuck, of course that would happen now. The first time Shiori allows her to be this close in their relationship, and then this occurs.
She has to leave, she can’t stay here. She is already becoming far too aware of Shiori’s contact with her body, and while she didn’t pay it any mind before Shiori’s definitely non-average chest pressing up against her was now starting to make her want to howl like a wolf.
Shaking, she attempts to gently pry herself loose, slowly shuffling to the edge of the bed to attempt to leave the room.
She’ll make up some excuse for her later. A white lie is better than what could happen if she stays put, her cock already pushing against her shorts with a vengeance.
“Reese?” Shiori’s raspy voice breaks through her anxious thoughts, sleep prevalent in her words.
Fuck, she should have known that would wake Shiori up. The archiver was a notoriously light sleeper, being the leader of a group of prison escapees doesn’t exactly give one a reason to sleep like a rock.
If shame wasn’t dripping off her before, it was absolutely soaking the sheets now. She pointedly kept her back turned to Shiori, hoping for some miracle to solve her crisis and for her bulge to not be so glaringly obvious in the shorts she wore to the bed. Obviously, fate wasn’t that kind to her. If her 9 thousand year stunt in the cell didn’t prove that enough already.
“Hey, what’s going on pretty bird?”
Shiori's hand gently caresses over her wings, just a bit too close to where they connect to her lower back. Obviously meant as a sign of comfort, Shiori probably assumed that she must have had a nightmare, but the whimper that slips Nerissa’s lips immediately reveals its effect on her.
Shiori pulls her hand back quickly, her eyes rapidly blinking in befuddlement. Nerissa can feel her gold gaze burn through her back, causing an odd sensation of embarrassment and excitement to run through her stomach.
Stupid heat
With how much she is swallowed by her own nerves, she completely fails to notice Shiori moving behind her to hold her. Her arms looping around her waist, while she places her head against her shoulder.
In any other scenario, she would be yowling her excitement at Shiori showing her affection so directly. Right now however, it just adds to her steadily growing panic, especially when she realizes that Shiori’s hands are dangerously close to brushing against the issue of the hour.
“Rissa” Nerissa tries not to whine, she does! But Shiori’s voice being so close to her ear, the pressure of her arms around her middle, she never stood a chance. She whines, audibly, and instinctively moves her hips.
Her cock brushes against Shiori’s hands, turning the whine into a full moan. And by now, Shiori’s eyes have identified the issue as well. Not that it would be hard to do so, her genetics had not only cursed her with heat but also a size one might find excessive. The fact her shorts seams hadn’t given out yet is honestly impressive, same for the fact she herself didn’t pass out with the almost obnoxious amount of blood that was being pumped to the wrong head.
Nerissa trembles as Shiori’s hands move down to the tent in her shorts, before gently putting pressure on it. Another whimper, Nerissa’s sound demon capacity activates fully so she can hear the swallow Shiori makes from her location on her shoulder. She starts to gently palm at it, almost as if to test what she is working with underneath, while the few drops of blood left in Nerissa’s head that she actually uses to think desperately try to fire up a functional thought, but they fail miserably at it.
Any plans she had to leave the room promptly died the second Shiori touched her dick, and she fully blanks on everything around her when Shiori forcibly grabs the waistband of her shorts and rips them downwards in one fluent movement.
Her dick escapes with a velocity similar to light, as if it was personally offended at its prior containment.
“There there, it’s ok pretty bird” Shiori’s hands keep slowly stroking her cock, it takes all of her self-control to not start bucking into them like a feral animal.
Fuck, Shiori’s not stopping. She can’t be serious can she?
Her anxiety rolls off her in waves, Shiori notices as always. Soothes her with a kiss on the shoulder, gently consoles her.
“It’s really fine Rissa. You’re ok. I’m not mad at you”
She can’t prevent a pathetic whimper from coming out from her sealed lips, allowing herself just a bit of added friction by slightly rolling her hips. The amount of relief she feels from that alone promptly forces her to clamp her jaw shut and tense herself on the bed out of guilt.
She can’t do this, she shouldn’t do this. It’s the first time they share a bed as partners and she instantly had to go and ruin it all with this stupid…. biological thing. And now she’s basically forcing her girlfriend to deal with it, because she can’t control her own urges. She almost misses whatever hormonal treatment she got in the cell, at least that meant she couldn’t experience her heats even if their reasoning was to keep her as compliable as possible.
"No, no it's not ok. You invite me, and i know that's not something you do lightly, and then my body ruins it with this…. stupid biological mess. I'm sorry, i'm just- i'm so sorry" the guilt turns heavier with every second. She vaguely hears the sound of ripping, realizing her talons have unleashed themselves and dug into the mattress. Great, another thing to feel guilty about.
Shiori is unnervingly quiet behind her, though Nerissa can feel one of her hands soothingly stroking her sides. Her other hand had moved to the inside of her thigh, close to her cock but not quite touching it anymore. She can feel it twitch at the lack of contact, she hisses at the feeling of missing it. She can hear Shiori hum eventually, kissing her on the shoulder again.
"Reese, do you think i would lie to you? You really didn't do anything wrong, i know you'd rather strangle yourself than make me genuinely uncomfortable. This is just- unfortunate timing, that's it. You didn't ruin anything baby bird".
Nerissa allows herself to calm down, just a bit. Shiori is right, she wouldn't lie to her about something like this. She might be aloof, but she has always been able to state her boundaries with them if she is genuinely bothered.
She feels Shiori's hand on her thigh slowly move upwards, dragging her nails slightly on the tender flesh. Nerissa swallows, the sound sounding like a strike of thunder in the tense silence.
"Do you want me to help you out, Rissa?"
She flexes her talons, swallows, anything to calm the raging fire inside herself that is slowly starting again with the feeling of Shiori's hand near her dick. She's growing increasingly aware of how hard she still is.
"Are- are you sure? You really don't have to…"
She can basically feel Shiori's eyes narrow as her hand properly grabs Nerissa's dick, slowly pumping it.
"I'm sure"
Shiori immediately takes her new goal seriously, golden eyes alight in the dark, firmly moving her hand up and down Nerissa's cock. Nerissa's body immediately responds to the touch, cock violently throbbing at the contact. She can feel Shiori's lips contact at her shoulder again, vaguely processes the sweet nothings the other woman is whispering to her. Really, it doesn't even matter anymore. Nerissa is too far gone the moment Shiori started to properly give her a handjob, the only thing that she can think off is that she definitely won't last long like this.
Her climax approaches fast, Shiori's other hand moves to fondle her balls and the additional stimulus is razor sharp in her brain. Her talons dig into the mattress even harder, desperately trying to get a grip so she doesn't spill so quickly in her girlfriends hand.
All her composure is lost when Shiori squeezes her hard at the base at the same time she whispers in her ear.
"There you go love, let me take care off you"
It's intense, Nerissa's vision goes white for a bit while she absolutely spills into Shiori's hand. It's the first time someone has made her cum during her heat, and it is so much better than anytime she desperately had to help herself. Shiori's body heat, the calloused hands firmly holding her down there, and her sweet voice in her ear is all to much. It takes her an embarrassing amount of time to recover, panting noisily while Shiori removed her hand to check on the amount of cum on it.
"Damn, you cum a lot don't you?" Shiori turns her hand a bit, seemingly observing it. Nerissa reckons the archivers natural curiosity kicked in at the sight. She chuckles.
"Sorry, does that mean i did good or bad?"
She leans back a bit, turning her head to make eye contact with Shiori. She flusters at the sight of darkened gold, Shiori seemingly transfixed at the sight. Her cock throbs again at the idea of ruining the other woman, even after what they just did. Shiori seems to notice and smirks, placing her hand back around Nerissa's still firm dick.
"Good, you did really good pretty bird. Seems you're not completely spent though" She says, slightly pumping her again. It takes all of Nerissa's self-control to not spin around and pin the other woman down, rutting herself against the hand around her cock instead. Her pride stroked at hearing Shiori's comment, her inhibitions slowly start to melt away. Shiori, however, pulls her hand away pretty soon after which causes Nerissa to audibly growl.
"I think i have a better idea to help you out"
She can feel Shiori move away from her, back on the bed. Like a kicked puppy, she immediately turns around to watch what the woman is doing, only to stop her advances when she sees Shiori pull off her pink nightgown and panties. Every small exposure of her skin sets Nerissa's brain into overdrive.
She should really get a grip, but the hunger of her heat has taken over almost fully by now. The moment the garments are completely removed, she is face to face with a blushing but still smirking Shiori.
"So, do you want to go further?" Nerissa feels her jaw drop at the opportunity presented before her, gazing at the other woman like she is a feast. Shiori is clearly nervous about this, Nerissa knows her too well to not see the small glimpses of it, making the fact that she is serious enough about this too push through those fears feel a lot more intimate.
She's on the other woman in a blur of movement, ripping off her own clothes in the process. With her cock now completely free, she can't stop herself from rubbing against Shiori's own wet folds. Shiori moves her hands to her shoulders, slightly pushing as to notify her to take a break. Her instincts scream at her to keep going, but she wants to be good for Shiori, so she takes the sign and pauses her advances.
Shiori just takes that time to move one of her hands down to her cock, placing it completely across her stomach, seeing where the tip would reach.
"Fuck, you really are big…" Nerissa's heat brain takes the comment as a compliment, grumbling happily at it. Shiori's eyes seem just the slightest bit nervous however, so she fights through the haze to calm her down.
"I'll be gentle, if you still want to keep going" She says, taking to rubbing against her folds again. Shiori is still wet, noticeably, and Nerissa can feel how her folds have started to swell a bit as well. Shiori's eyes shine with gold again, as if seeing the comment as a challenge. "Oh there's no way i can stop now…just, be careful with me a bit" moving her hips a bit to properly position Nerissa's cock across her folds, shivering at the touch.
Both of them are inexperienced, clearly, so it takes Nerissa a bit to finally enter her. Shiori immediately tenses, even if it's just the tip, and Nerissa gently pulls out again.
Slow movements are made, Nerissa taking care to enter Shiori just a bit at a time, rolling her hips to try and put pressure against as many nerve endings as she can. She wants this to be pleasurable for Shiori, wants to have her beg under her for more, wants to properly mate the woman under her.
It doesn't take much for Shiori to turn into a mess, especially when she finally bottoms out in her. Nerissa can barely think through it all, completely lost in the feeling of Shiori's heat, of Shiori's muffled whimpers in her neck as she slowly drags herself in and out of her. They use that slow tempo for a bit, just to make sure Shiori is getting used to the size that's now inside her. Making sure they kiss the entire time, as Nerissa can't stand being parted even a bit from her lover, instincts raging inside of her.
Eventually though, those instincts were going to win, and Shiori notices as Nerissa starts to gradually pump into her in a more aggressive manner. Shiori can't help herself from moaning more audibly, or from trying to roll her hips into the movements. Nerissa being a demon also meant that demon biology affected her cock, and she can feel the small nubs on the side now drag through her more and more. Everything is so sensitive now, and a particularly harsh push inside of her makes her break. Nerissa clamps her teeth together, talons unsheathed, as Shiori audibly starts whining into her neck.
"Fuck. oh my god Rissa. Please go harder" Her voice is like aphrodisiac to the demon, and she is absolutely unable of stopping herself from listening. She can feel the lines of Shiori's slick stick to her every time their hips make contact, can hear just how wet she is, how much she wants this.
With an audible growl, Nerissa starts seriously moving inside her, planting her talons the side of Shiori's head for any more grip she can get. She wants to breed her, needs to get her pregnant, needs to mate her. Her brain completely drowning in desire.
Shiori's quality of knowing exactly what Nerissa is thinking at all times kicks in at seemingly the correct time, as she immediately leg locks her. Nerissa is aware of nails scratching down her back, but that just makes her feel more wild.
"Reese, fuck, Reese. I'm- close. I'm close" Nerissa just huffs, feeling her own cock pulse violently. She kisses Shiori's neck, clammy from sweat, just to feel like she has control for a second. "I know, i know darling. Me too. Just let yourself go".
Shiori clenches at the sentence, turning red down to her collarbones. And the additional stimulation down there is what does Nerissa in, violently ramming herself inside pulsating walls before unloading with a groan. She keeps moving, even when it starts to be too sensitive, just to make sure she gives Shiori everything she had stored.
Her knot slaps noisily against Shiori's clit and entrance, and that is what makes Shiori snap. Just the mere idea of how it would feel inside of her was getting her excited, and the additional stimulus to her clit is what makes her shatter in Nerissa's arms. Sobbing as Nerissa launches herself forward to bite into her neck, to keep her still while she's cumming inside, and grinds her knot even more strongly against her.
Nerissa frankly doesn't even feel like she is in her body anymore during her climax, and it takes her an embarrassing amount of control to not keep grinding herself inside of Shiori's tight heat. Showering the other woman's face with kisses and praise as she also recovers from her own high.
It's silent.
Then, Shiori starts to chuckle. Muted, dim, in that way she always did when Nerissa did something that was endearing to her. As if she had to keep a lid on her affections, nervous it says too much. Nerissa hears it all the same, feels her heart thrill and buzz when Shiori actually proceeds to shower her in more affection. Kisses are placed against her cheek and neck, the other woman pressing herself in there while the chuckles process to a real laugh, and before she knows it she's laughing as well. Heat almost quenched, satisfied at the proximity to her mate.
Her mate…..she should really talk to Shiori about that.
"hey…doing ok now pretty bird?" Shiori mumbles into her ear, face still hidden in the crook of her neck. She's very aware of Shiori's breathing, she must be sensitive. She still feels a bit hot inside, but it's miles better than what she was dealing with when she woke up. Everything makes her feel fuzzy inside.
"yeah….yeah i'm ok. Thank you. Are you ok?"
Her hand moves to softly pet Shiori's hair, which had turned into a bit of a mess during it all. The other woman finally deciding to move back on her pillow so they can make eye contact, hair sprawling around her like a halo. Her golden eyes have gotten a darker sheen to them, making them appear more like amber than gold. A comfortable smile is on her face.
It's endearing, it's intimate, she loves seeing Shiori this unguarded.
"Yeah….yeah i'm ok…I actually, i liked that. yeah. It was good" her eyes shoot to the side, seems her timer for eye contact was up. She turns a bit red again as well, as if remembering the act was too much for her. Nerissa's eyes look to the side to see Shiori fiddle with the sheets, clenching and unclenching, a nervous tick she usually does with her clothes.
"…..Thank you for being gentle….especially during your heat"
Shiori manages to look at her again, and her face is so appreciative and…and
in love
Nerissa's breath hitches in her throat.
"Of course….Anything you want" She can't help herself from saying it just as endeared, as in love as Shiori looks at her. She feels like she's melting again, but this time it's for a very different reason than the heat. Shiori's face softens again, so it seems like she reacted the right way.
Shiori pulls her down to kiss her, and she can't stop herself from melting into the other woman arms. She's suddenly aware she's still inside of her, and she whimpers between kisses at the influx of stimulation she's getting. Her brain starts to feel hazy again, desire for more crawling out from between the folds. Shiori seems to notice again, she always does when it comes to her.
"How long before your next heatwave hits?" She asks, but Nerissa is pretty sure she already knows the answer. She's panting again, and her now elongated canines feel itchy in her mouth. She's probably only asking because she wants to know how much Nerissa wants her, needs her even.
Shiori, despite her attitude, loves to be pampered, wants to be wanted. She can see it in the slight nervous flicker in her eye when she doesn't respond immediately, so she kisses her again. Tilting her head to make sure they have as much contact as possible, pushing her down into the bed a bit more and letting out just a slight rumble. Shiori keens at the contact, arms shooting upwards to hold onto her shoulder blades.
When they part, saliva bridges between their mouths. Shiori's golden eyes looking clouded with want almost as much as hers probably do. She'd almost worry she somehow transferred a part of her heat to the archiver like a sickness, but she can't say she would complain that much if that was the case.
Right, she still needs to answer. Slightly grinding her cock inside the other woman again, both of them moaning at the stimulation.
"Not- not that long, judging by how a feel"
Shiori just looks at her, that specific look in her eyes again that makes her feel so exposed and wanted.
"well, if that's the case~"
Before Nerissa can properly process it, the gothic woman's hand had slipped down between them. Suddenly she feels their hand squeeze down on her knot, still slightly inflated from their first round. It takes her a lot of willpower to not bust right then and there, a strangled moan escaping her lips instead.
"fuck— please Shiori"
She starts to move again. Slightly, just enough. The inferno starts again, swallowing her self control like the maws of a beast. Her canines feel too big in her mouth.
"shhh. It's ok pretty bird, let's see if we can fit this inside of me for the second round." She squeezes her again, her knot inflates at the contact and Shiori has the audacity to look smug at it.
oh, she will make it fit. This woman isn't going to know what hit her….