The Devil's Mark

Leon groaned softly. "Izzy, please don't tease me. This is difficult enough."

She giggled and kissed him again. "I know, I'm sorry. Couldn't resist." She took a long breath as her eyes heated. "The short answer is: yes, I absolutely want to."

"E-Even with..." Leon hesitated a moment before vaguely motioning to the mark on his face.

Y'ssaria froze for a moment, her face completely blank. And then her eyes went feral, a growl came from her throat, and her fangs came out to play as she jerked his head to the side and began to kiss and tongue every inch of his birthmark. She dragged the tips of her fangs over the discolored skin just enough to leave small scratches behind.

"You—" she growled between kisses, "—are beautiful, Leon. All of you." Izzy drew back and met his gaze earnestly. "I've known that since the first night we met." She cupped his face and kept her focus on his uncertain eyes. "And by the end of tonight, so will you."

Without another word, she took his hand and led him to a winding staircase that ended in the highest tower of Dämmerung Keep, a large, open space with a bed at the far corner and stained-glass windows lining the walls. The effect of the moonlight sent faint streams of colored light dappling the rugs strewn across the stone floor, a sight that captivated Leon's attention for just a moment before a tug on his hand snapped his attention back to the woman leading him on. He followed her to the edge of the bed, where she sat and patted the space beside her. Leon sat next to her, nervously shifting in place, and gasped when she turned and kissed him again, nipping at his lower lip with her fangs.

His surprise gave her the perfect opportunity to push him onto his back and straddle him, his breath leaving him in frenzied gasps. Her hands roved over his upper body, delicate fingers undoing the laces keeping his doublet together and pushing its lapels apart to expose his bare chest. With a quiet growl, she began to grope his torso, pulling a faint moan from Leon as her lips left his for the smooth softness of his neck. His uncertain touch made its way to her shoulders, his tension clear as day, and she realized there would have to be just a little more communication for this to work.

"Leon," she whispered, "if at any point you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop, just stay the word." Her eyes warmed as he stared up at her in awe. "Tonight, I want to make you feel like a king."

His eyes widened and face broke out in a full blush as she laughed and descended on him again, kissing him roughly. When her lips left his for a moment, he gasped out a few words.

"M-May I—" he slid his hands down her arms for reference.

Y'ssaria growled and grabbed his wrists. "Please, touch me more. As much as you'd like. I'm all yours."

That statement alone pulled a moan from him as he took the initiative and sucked her upper lip between his teeth, running his tongue over it. His hands stroked all along her back and sides, reaching down to her legs and massaging them. She hummed in appreciation and kissed him back, her fingertips tickling his neck and chest hair. Her legs spread and curled around his, tangling them together as she ran her tongue over his neck, scraping her fangs against his pulse point. Leon moaned and squirmed at her touch, instinctively grinding himself against her as he reached for the bindings keeping her corset on.

"Ooh, in a rush to see the goods, are we?" she asked teasingly.

He blushed down to his roots, as expected, but his gaze remained intent as he countered with, "You said you were all mine."

Y'ssaria grinned, all teeth, and leaned back down toward him. "Yes I did."

Reaching back, she helped him with the laces and soon she was left in only a thin silk shift, with no other support keeping her ample assets from his touch. He palmed her breasts through her shift, pulling a faint moan from her lips, which he silenced with his own. She kissed and groped him back, grinding herself on his hardness and rubbing her boot-heels against his calves. Suddenly, she drew back and pinned him to the bed by his shoulders, a ravenous look in her red eyes.

"You need to be wearing less. Right now."

He blinked and smiled widely. "Yes, ma'am."

Y'ssaria gave him a sideways look as she gave him room to disrobe. "I did tell you to stop calling me that, but...under the circumstances," she stroked his chest with both hands, "I rather like it."

Leon shivered a bit and bit his lower lip nervously. "Good to know. I hope the rest is to your liking as well."

When he was in naught but his smallclothes, Y'ssaria reached down and groped his manhood through the thin fabric, growling playfully. "Oh, I think it will be, lover mine."

She pushed him back onto the bed and lifted a leg to place her foot on his bare chest. Her eyes never left his as she unlaced her boot, then the other, kicking them both off and stepping back to give him a better view. From there, he could only gape in aroused shock as she shucked off one piece of clothing after another, until only a thong and her shift separated her nudity from the open air and his eyes. He moaned in primal delight as she straddled him once more, the fullness and softness of her body lighting his ablaze as new passion ignited within him.

Her lips took his and played with them, her fangs and tongue coming out to play in equal measure as he groped her bare legs, his hips rolling with unattended arousal. Grinning, Y'ssaria reached down and slipped her fingers inside his briefs to tenderly grasp his shaft, the tip already wet with arousal and staining the fabric it was trapped behind. As she felt the full girth and length of his manhood, the hungry look in her eyes only intensified, as did Leon's glazed look as he stared up at her moonlit form with unabashed desire.

"My oh my..." she grinned toothily, "if I'd known you were packing this, I definitely would've tried to seduce you."

Leon moaned and reached up inside her shift to palm her breasts, rolling her nipples across his palms. Y'ssaria sighed hard, her breathing getting heavier by the second as she began to jerk him slowly. He squirmed and moaned in her grip, hips rolling and legs spasming with uncontrollable urges. Izzy released him and spread her legs so her knees were on either side of his, dragging and grinding her just-covered wetness over his confined shaft. The silk thong did little to impede the path of her liquid arousal, both their coverings soon soaked with fluids that only came faster when he began to gently pinch her nipples.

A startled gasp came from her lips, and his eyes widened uncertainly as his grip loosened for fear he'd hurt her. Her hands snapped to his and her gaze held his as she placed them back on her breasts, firmly holding them in place.

"More," she ordered, voice heavy with arousal.

Leon smiled and nodded, fingers pinching and tugging on her nipples and drawing one breathy moan after another from her lips. She ground herself on him faster and harder, feeling a surge of heat steadily growing from her nethers. A brief lapse in attention on her breasts nearly got her to growl at him for real before she felt a warm wetness on her left nipple and found his lips wrapped around it. Gentle suction and laps of his tongue over the sensitive nub sent her eyes widening and breath coming even heavier.

"Yes," she hissed, head spinning and hands pressing his head further into her breast.

Her womanhood ground on him furiously, grunts of effort and arousal coming from her lips as he softly moaned into her pillowy flesh. The heat inside her swelled up suddenly, and she drew back, stopping him and herself as she hovered on the cusp of release. His dazed look of confusion was only made sexier by the thin stream of saliva connecting his lips to her nipple. She just had to kiss that look off his face, so she did, ravenously devouring his lips and sucking on his tongue as she removed her remaining clothes and pressed her hardened nipples against his chest. They moaned in tandem, Y'ssaria's firm grip on his neck allowing her to roll them over so he was on his knees looming over her.

That position gave her plenty of room to free his drooling hardness and grasp it firmly, making him gasp. Her eyes met his, seeing a bit of hesitation there, and she halted her movements with some significant effort.

"Are you okay?" she whispered against his lips.

He smiled and nodded.

"Are you ready?" Y'ssaria punctuated this question by dragging his tip against her folds, up and down in a near-hypnotic cycle.

Leon moaned and flicked his tongue over his lips. His lower one disappeared between his teeth as he said, "Please."

Grinning from ear to ear, Y'ssaria curled her legs around his hips and positioned his tip at her entrance before flexing those legs and pulling him into her with a long, slow stroke. Leon's eyes bugged out and rolled back up into his head as his jaw fell slack and he let out a low, drawn-out moan. Izzy shared the sentiment and gasped feverishly into his neck as she ran her tongue over his throbbing pulse point. She slowly kissed her way up to his ear, giving him the chance to become accustomed to her hot, soaked tunnel.

And then she parted her lips, and, amid heavy breaths, whispered, "Take me, lover."

With that, he moaned and slowly drew back, taking his time and enjoying every inch of her as she likewise did the same of him. It had been so long since she'd been filled like this, by a man she absolutely adored. The feeling was...unparalleled. And that only intensified with the strength of his thrusts. On another slow draw-back, Leon's gaze hardened and he gripped her hips firmly, thrusting himself back inside and slapping his balls against her pale bottom. The sudden increase in force forced a gasp from her lips as her eyes widened and his passionate gyrations stoked the heat that had died down back into a roaring flame.

Hesitant though he had been, Leon was really getting into it, and though his rhythm was off, there was no mistaking his passion. Still, Y'ssaria wanted more, so she curled her legs around his waist and stopped his hips with her hands. Leon looked at her desperately, eyes glazed over with arousal as he let out a small whimper.

"Easy, lover," she crooned, stroking his hair as she rolled them over so she rode him. "Let me guide you tonight, okay?"

Leon moaned and nodded wordlessly, seeming robbed of all intelligence and speech. To be honest, Izzy was a little surprised at her own coherence, though that certainly vanished quickly when she began to grind on the dick inside her. Circles, rows, spirals; with every pattern, the heat inside her increased, especially when she leaned down and sucked on his lower lip. He reached up and palmed her breasts again, massaging them roughly and thrusting his hips up with her every movement. His timing was still off, and she would clearly have to teach him more, but for the first time in years, Y'ssaria Lungrattia Dämmerung knew what it meant to make love.

And as she heaved her breaths against his lips, fingers tangled in his hair as she pounded herself on his manhood, she came apart with such intensity that her limbs briefly failed her, and she was only distantly aware of the intense, warm wetness inside her moments later. Collapsed on Leon's chest, she held onto him tightly, her legs tangled in his and his softening shaft still plugging her pussy. Their heavy breathing permeated the silence of the room, the warmth of his arms around her body and his seed inside her giving a sense of peace and satisfaction whose description completely escaped her.

It was here, somewhere in the afterglow, with her hand stroking his chest and her face buried in his neck, that reason returned to them. As did Leon's voice.

"You know, the people of my village have a name for you."

Y'ssaria blinked and looked up at him curiously. "Yeah?"

He nodded slowly, meeting her red eyes. "They call you the 'Devil's Concubine.'"

She huffed and laughed in giddy delight tinged with a hint of bitterness. "That doesn't surprise me in the slightest, given what they did to you."

Leon smiled a little. "In their eyes, we're both monsters."

Y'ssaria drew herself up and leaned over him, cupping his cheek with one hand. "Maybe they're right." She smiled fiercely. "But fuck 'em, because you're my monster."

And like that, the all-consuming sadness that had plagued him from the night she fed him for the first time vanished into thin air, and he smiled up at her with viridian eyes that shone with pure joy. Joy that was reflected in the passion with which he kissed her, passion returned as they slid under the sheets and fully accepted each other, mind, body, and soul.