19:45 PM, Sarah Anderson and Erik, Bedroom.
A rush of heat had just arisen in my chest and slowly started to spread throughout my body, reaching every last nerve. I could feel his eyes watching my every move, from the slight twitch of my lip to the way my shoulders rose and fell as I breathed. Without saying a single word, Erik leaned forward slowly, his index finger moving away some hair strands from my eyes. He teased my senses once more by slightly touching my lips with his; my mind swirled in a total blitz at his provocative touch. I stared at Erik's eyes, his burning in desire as much as mine were. Erik grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him. In an upward movement, my back slid up on the wall as he gently guided me to wrap my legs around his hips, lifting me up. Our lips brushed with each other again as our intimate parts did as well; an intense and heavy gasp exited my mouth at the touch of our bodies. I wanted so freaking bad for him to kiss me already and stop playing, that I would do pretty much anything at this point to rush the process. So, pushing away my shyness, I cupped his face with both my hands and asked between short breaths. "Are-Are you just going to keep teasing Erik?"
He didn't say anything, he just grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands out of his way, positioning them above my head and pinning them against the wall with a strong grip. I had to tighten my legs a bit more around his waist for sustainability. He smirked as the movement brought us closer. His free hand traveled underneath my shirt, caressing smoothly my body from stomach to chest. I arched my back and inhaled sharply, letting each electric touch of his fingertips sink and becoming static beneath my skin. While doing so, he started to trail my collarbone and frail neck with sweet, soft, and very much wet kisses, leaving behind nothing more than desire and craving burn in my chest. He knew very well that once he kissed my neck, I would crumble to my knees in an instant.
"E-Erik please... k-kiss me already..." I pleaded shyly with my remaining forces. The heat of the moment was driving me crazy. Erik completely ignored my pleading and continued to play his teasing game, which consisted of nuzzling my neck and the exposed skin just right above my bra line with delicate kisses; so faint, they were almost misled as whispers. Trying my luck, I bounced my head back and forth in search of his lips but, he always managed to dodge them somehow. "E-Erik...!" My voice wavered, exhilarated from the tension between us. My limp body began to sweat and tremble uncontrollably. Now, his head was angled slightly to the side as his lips finally came closer and closer to mine. It was not a surprise to find my own lips already parted, awaiting his to finish the puzzle. His breathing quickened as did mine; our breaths mingled and our hearts fluttered inside its own cage in perfect sync. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, my hands tried to get loose, but to no avail. It only made him tighten his grip more.
"Volo te." He said suddenly in the midst of short breaths.
I looked up, averting my gaze from his faint-pink lips to his gorgeous amethyst eyes, figuring out what he meant by those two foreign words. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me release a surprised gasp. Lust and desire were all I saw. Somehow, those opposite, almost complementary emotions didn't scare me like it would anyone, it just only made me crave him for more.
"It means..." Erik raised delicately my chin up and our lips finally locked; he took my face in his hands and I, trippingly, wrapped my arms around his neck. At first, the kiss was small, gentle, and very meaningful. But then it grew bigger and more intense. We departed from each other after a few minutes, allowing finally some air inside our lungs. Both our breaths were shaking. "It means I crave you. Body, mind, and soul." He completed his sentence.
"W-What... what does that mean, really...?" I asked in barely more than a whisper.
"It means what it means," Erik said, his voice low and husky; he had a serious expression written all over his face.
I frowned an eyebrow, waiting patiently for an explanation.
"Well princess, you see..." He initiated. "... there's this specific ceremony in the Demon World that you might find it to be... a little bit of a cliché... but, even so, I would love to do it with you... to bind my soul with yours someday." He clarified.
My eyes widened both in shock and surprise. "Bind our souls?" I asked confused. That didn't make any sense. In human terms, at least."Like... a marriage? You mean like, bind our lives together?" I asked, while performing a joint movement with my hands.
Erik smiled and caressed my cheek. "It's a bit different than that princess, but in concept very much alike."
I wore a puzzled expression; my mind was still a surging perplexity. "Wait..." I finally said. "Are you... are you proposing to me?!" As the idea hit my mind, my jaw almost dropped open. "B-B-But it's so soon! And-And-And I'm still in high school! I-I'm too young... you're too young! I-I mean, maybe not but-but still! H-How would we afford it?! I don't have a job, you don't have a job...! I-I-I would have to drop out of school, you would have to find a job and--and-- Ahh! What would I tell father?! Oh god... he's going to lose it--" I babbled nervously now that the carpet had been pulled from beneath my feet.
"Shush..." Erik hushed me with his index over my lip."I'm not proposing to you, princess. At least not yet and not like this. Just telling you about my intentions." He explained.
"Ah-h... good," I said, feeling a weight being light up from my chest. "Still, what does that «specific ceremony» consist of?" I asked as a sudden curiosity struck me.
Erik let out a sigh, trying to find an easy way to explain it."How can I put this?" He asked himself. "In the Human World, humans plan weddings, plan the nuptials nights, and have licenses and those kinds of stuff when they intend to unite two persons together. In the Demon World, however... we demons are a little more intimate."
"Intimate?" I echoed.
"Summing up, when demons want to be together forever, they don't put rings on each other's fingers or anything like that... they bind each other's souls." He briefly explained.
What? Is that even possible?
"When two demons want to join together and build their legacy together and family, they go through a ritual that binds their souls together for all eternity. No matter where they are, they will always sense each other's presence and be able to feel them in their hearts."
"Sounds romantic..." I commented and planted a soft but quick kiss on Erik's lips. "Let's do it," I said without hesitation nor thinking twice about it.
"You sure?" He asked, surprised. "There's more to it that you could possibly think of."
He was so fond of the idea a few moments ago, what changed? I stared at him, patiently waiting for further clarification.
"When a demon binds their soul to another, they also swear to give their energy to their partner without question," Erik emphasized the last two words.
Now it was clear what the problem consisted of. The reason why he was also taken aback by his own suggestion, was because I wouldn't be able to fight back. I would no longer have free will when it came to sexual energy. Erik always wanted what was best for me; he was such a sweet and caring person. I twisted my nose, so to speak. Was that something I would want? To lose all my willpower? Basically, it would be constant consent, even if I fought back. I suddenly felt a little scared. Not from the fact that I would be giving my energy every time he needed it - it was Erik after all -, but because I would no longer have a say in whether I want or not in the matter...
Seeing the 360 degree turns in my facial expressions, Erik leaned in. As he leaned forward my pulse raced once again, leaving my heart at a halt. As the soft, wrinkled skin of his lips left my cheek, the exact spot where they had just touched, burned, and tingled. A surprised gasp exited my mouth and my cheeks painted themselves rose red. I touched it lightly with my fingertips; I was speechless. He silently pulled away; we stared at each other for a good moment. "You don't have to decide yet, we have plenty of time. Besides, I'm just glad to be with you, princess." He finally spoke.
"I think, I often overthink things," I said.
"That's not entirely a bad thing." He refuted.
"Of course it is. Overthinking it's the biggest cause of unhappiness."
"Then..." I felt a hot, soft breath on my ear lobe, then a tender brush of lips against it. With just the right hint of passion, he shifted his lips down to my neck and collar bone. My body shivered as a hot n' cold chill ran up my spine, and I moaned at the touch of his lips on my skin. My hands ran through, grabbing fiercely his stunning auburn strands as the kisses became harder and more urgent. As an intoxicating scent invaded his nostrils, a wave of pure pleasure ran through Erik's entire body. Still leaned, he pulled away and whispered. "... don't think. Just go with the flow."
"I-It's easier said than d-done--!" I babbled almost in cloud-9. "B-But... it's a nice advice tho..."
Erik chuckled. "Of course it is." He moved in for a kiss and I closed my eyes, foreseeing his lips locking with mine. His lips brushed mine, not innocently, but more like a tease... hot, fiery, passionate, and demanding. Once again, he pulled away, leaving my urges hanging by a thin thread. "Should we take this to another level?" He said in a rhetorical way.
"B-But... din--ner is ready--..." I said while catching my breath.
Erik ignoring my observation took me in his arms and moved me to his bed. As I was cautiously (still a bit rough to be honest) laid down on his bed, I moved a strand of hair that had fallen with the downward motion away from my sight and gazed up at his face. "Indeed dinner his ready~" He said in his demoniac self, which made me a bit uncomfortable. And it made me realize...
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(Excerpt of the game)
«In the human world, however, we've come to realize that getting energy is a little more difficult.» [James]
--- can you just touch a human for their energy like you all did to me? --- [Sarah]
«That only gives us so much. A touch is merely a taste while intimate sex is a banquet for us.» [James]
(...)
-- what if you don't feed on sexual energy? What's the other way to stay alive? -- [Sarah]
«Food, typically. However, we're weak without actual sexual energy. Without sexual energy, we become less than human. We have no power nor moral consciousness. We basically start to become... unfriendly.» [James]
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... it has been a long time since we been 'together' - 'together'. Besides, we didn't touch each other in a week or so - and I believe he didn't walk downtown searching for someone to touch or have sex with. I could only imagine how he managed to endure this long. I, myself, have been enduring as well. I've been longing for his touch the entire week, and now, he was here, I was here. I craved his touch. My insides craved his touch. So, I grabbed his face, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled his body closer to mine. Inches from his lips I whispered. "I could go for one of your kisses right now."
I didn't have to tell him twice. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. His mouth was warm, the caress of his lips softer than before and I opened slightly my mouth with a faint moan; I lost all rational thought. We departed a couple of times between our kisses to breathe when we finally stop. We stared at each other's lips while doing our little break.
I was amazed at how one touch of his lips could hitch my breath."I-I'm all yours to take..." I murmured between short breaths. I knew exactly what I wanted him to do.
Erik smiled mischievously and I saw his amethyst eyes shift to pure gold. We were about to get down with it when a knock on the door made itself heard.
"Erik? Sarah?" It was Damien. For crying out loud...
Erik took his index finger to his lips, telling me to not make any kind of noise.
I took both hands to my mouth and tried emptying my mind from all the dirty thoughts that might have been hovering for a while. I didn't want him to know that we were... in the middle of 'something'.
"It's me, Damien. I came to remind you that dinner is ready." Damien began in a scolding tone, "We'll start eating without you both.. and, your plates will cool off, you know..." but, as he was not getting any kind of reaction, he stopped himself, "Hello? I know you guys are in there." There was a long pause before we heard him again. "Well, you can come down when you feel hungry, I guess." The sound of footsteps grew far to the point they were no longer heard.
Erik moved his body from on top of me and fell flat on the mattress right next to me. He sighed in exasperation as the mood dropped wildly, totally ruined by his brother. "What a marplot."
I giggled shortly at his choice of words. He could have just said 'killjoy' but no, he had to go beyond. He looked at me surprised by my giggle; I returned the stare. "Besides being an obnoxious flirt, you're a funny man." I said teasingly.
Erik smirked. "Don't push it lil' lady."
"Or what?" I changed position; he did as well. We were now facing each other now."What you're going to do, pretty boy?" I challenged him.
"I will punish you with tickles." He said and then, pocked my body; I tried to yank his hand away whenever I could. The situation escalated quickly. It was an annoyingly funny sensation where I was fleetingly losing control over my own body which instinctively wriggled and tried to slither out of his grasp. I couldn't stop myself from laughing.