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You're from a whole other world

Characters: Lilith and Ogma
Date/Time: March 20th, early evening
Location: Ogma's home
Rating: R if Lilith has anything to say about it
Warnings: Lilith
Summary: The Demoness makes an unexpected visit.

Three hours she'd flown. L.A. had been interesting for most of the morning, but she had been restless. So she'd flown east, guided by an instinct she hadn't had in ages.

When she arrived at her destination, she snuck up to a lower level window and peeked inside. She didn't want to be seen yet. Panic was not something she was interested in causing here.

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She arched up into his slow thrust, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, savoring. And then she hooked a leg around his hip and began to move against him, initiation and encouragement all in one.

He nuzzled softly at her neck as he moved in fluid strokes.
"Tell me what you enjoy," he murmured. He was enjoying this, even if he was being a bit careful, mostly out of a sense of rustiness in his skills.

She laughed, a low throaty, almost wicked purr, "Everything." She nipped at his shoulder and then soothed the spot with her tongue. "You don't have to be so careful. I don't break."

He chuckled a little.
"I'm stronger than I look. I wouldn't want to hurt you. Or break the bed," he said, but he did pick up the pace somewhat.

He sighed with pleasure.
"It has been a long time since I've done anything like this..."

Incredibly moved by his admission, and what it implied about her, she kissed him again. But this one was different, sweet and tender. "Then do as you like, love. I'm happy to help you rediscover everything you've missed."

It was a lot for her to offer to him. She was used to taking control and deciding where things went during sex. But he was swiftly proving to be the exception to her rules.

He kissed her back eagerly this time. Ogma was a conscientious lover. He took his time, reacquainting himself with what it took to please a woman. His hands were always gentle, perhaps more so than necessary, almost out of fear of hurting her. He whispered to her snippets of poetry--Shakespeare, Lucretius, Song of Solomon--before starting to come up with his own odes to her beauty. All hinted at a streak of inventiveness, though he did keep things on the vanilla side for this first encounter with her.

After a while, his breath was hitching.
"I... I'm getting close..." he warned her.

She let him lead, and wasn't disappointed. In fact, more than once his sweetness had her swallowing back emotions. She found ways to hide her face from him in those moments, behind the toss of her hair, or nuzzling the curve of his throat, until she could compose herself. She didn't have the gift of words that he did, but she showed her appreciation with the skills she did possess.

By the time his warning came about, she was nearing her own completion. A timing that was also a novel experience for her. "Just...a little longer."

He smiled.
"I'll try," he said, "but you don't make it easy for a man to hold out."

A thought occurred to him.
"Ah... Where should I be...?"

No, she didn't make it easy at all. Especially, when in the moment just as he's asking his question she hits her climax. Arms and legs tighten around him as her body spasms in pleasure. She isn't exactly quiet about it either.

Ah, no decision like a non-decision. There was no way he was going to break out of that vice-like grip, even with his strength. Laws of physics were funny that way.

Of course, it probably wouldn't do for his children to hear her crying out like that under these circumstances, let alone him, so he kissed her fervently as she pushed him into his own climax. It took a few moments before the deep pulsing came to an end, and he moved to lay breathlessly beside her.

"Wow. That was... unbelievable," he murmured.

She turned on her side, facing him and snuggled close. She didn't say anything, but she agreed with him. She'd never had an experience quite like that in any lifetime.

She blinked once and her vision blurred. Oh dear. She was crying. She tried to close her eyes to push back the tears, but it was too late this time. They slipped out passed her lashes like little diamonds on her pale skin.

He noticed the tears. And had no idea why they were there.
"Oh! Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, brushing the tears off her cheeks.

"No, of course not!" She had tried not to cry for this exact reason. She didn't want him to think she was in pain. "You were...wonderful." And that last word was breathy and full of awe. She lifted her head and put a soft kiss on his lips.

"I've never done anything like that before."

"Oh... really?" He looked a bit dumbfounded. "Thank you." He grinned sheepishly. "And here I was afraid I might have bored you."

She smiled back, a little bashful herself at the moment. Who ever heard of a sex demon getting weepy during after an orgasm? "No such luck."

"Good to know I haven't lost my touch," he said, grinning. He softly kissed the tips of her fingers.

"After... the accident... I sort of shut down that part of myself. I'd forgotten I could still feel this way about a woman," he murmured, caressing her soft skin.

She took his meaning in her normal way, naturally not reading anything into it. "I'm glad I could help you restart then."

She settled her head slightly closer to him, her eyes shutting just a moment to enjoy his light touch on her skin. She was pleasantly surprised to find she felt perfectly sated. Usually, once wasn't hardly enough for her, but then again, he had been wondrously thorough.

He smiled at her softly.
"So, now what?" he asked, smoothing a lock of her dark hair.

A pout crossed her face briefly. She would have liked to just drift and enjoy for a while longer. "What time is it?"

Ogma glanced at the clock.
"Looks like just past midnight," he said. "Surely Cinderella doesn't need to leave the ball already?"

She beamed, since he wasn't hurrying her out. She counted silently, mouthing numbers and using her fingers. "No, I have some time yet." If she left sometime around 5 am she could literally race the sunrise home.

"Good," he said, "Because I really am enjoying your company." He smiled and lightly kissed her.

She didn't let him get away with just a light kiss, slipping her hand behind his neck and taking it a little deeper. "Thank you," she said on a contented sigh. "I was hoping to make a good first impression."

"Mmm. Definitely a memorable one," he agreed, kissing her back. "I wish you didn't have to leave."

"So do I. But if I don't go before sunrise I'll be stuck here with nothing but my night clothes."

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