**Warning: Content over 18**
Irene and Erik, The Royal Chambers.
«Lust could be a fun thing but, where did it lead? What was its purpose?»
«Lust... is wanting to sleep with someone.»
«Love... is wanting to wake up next to them in the morning.»
«Love-sick... is one-sided love, that makes you act in some twisted way.»
The bathroom door opened very slowly; a barefoot girl with a black, satin robe properly crossed around her thin body leaned against the door jamb and observed a man who was sitting in bed reading a book. She had managed to glamour-herself like the human girl; every curve, every crevice of her body matched hers even the voice that came out of her mouth perfectly mirrored the human girl's voice. Irene was proud of herself. Of course, this was such a bad, mischievous way of getting what she strived for but, the heart wants what he wants. A wide smirk grew on her lips and she had to bite her lips to contain a moan derived from her own private thoughts. "Hey, sexy~" Irene said under her breath.
Erik averted his gaze from his book for a second and smiled.
She stepped inside, walking seductively slowly towards him as he set the book on the bedside table. Now, face-to-face with Erik sitting on the edge of the bed, Irene let loose the belt of her robe and it just fell naturally, rolling delicately over her feminine curves - bosom and waist -, to her feet.
Erik's eyes trailed up and down Irene's body, taking in the full view of her body half-naked. He bit his lower lip and grabbed firmly the sheets around him.
"Do you like what you see~?" Irene teased and trustingly took a few more steps forward.
Erik touched her hip and slid his hand all over to her bottom-back. Then, he gently pulled her to him. Irene, understanding completely where he was coming from, she positioned her legs side-to-side to his and jumped on to his lap at a slow pace. Erik grabbed her bra strap, removing it from her shoulder and leaving it bare, as his other hand slid behind her and went straight to untangle it. "Always, princess." Words finally came out of his mouth; 'sweet ones', Irene thought, licking his lips.
Irene ran her fingers across Erik's hair like she thought Sarah would, and pulled them back fiercely; both their lips an inch from each other.
Erik for a second gasped at his lover's forwardness but, quickly changed to a flirtatious grin and locked eyes with his partner. "You're in a hurry, princess... we have all eternity~"
Then it hit her; Sarah was the shy, introverted type so, it was only expected from him to think that it was odd that she was taking initiative. Irene backed away, the most natural that she could muster, and averted her gaze from him, deflecting to the side and hiding her face with a few hazel-brown strands of hair. "I-I'm sorry... I guess I was just feeling excited..." Said shyly, undoubtedly regaining control of the situation that she almost lost. One thought remained in the back of her mind tho. She had to be more careful from that on. The glamour-spell was effective, yes but, if he spotted a single flaw in her act, everything was as good as water down the toilet.
Erik chuckled. He parried some strands and placed them behind Irene's ear making her look at him from the corner of her eye. "I like this other side of you. You should show it more often, princess." He murmured in a barely audible voice.
Irene took two fingers to her pale lips, lightly touching them. "Y-You think so...?"
Erik involuntarily shuddered at the sight.
Irene slid her index finger over Erik's bare chest, following the sternum's line, which joins all the ribs, forming the rib cage as its final result. "I'll get that as a yes."
"What are you waiting for? Permission?" At his words, a rush of warm magic filled her.
Irene giggled softly. Despite this being a farse in terms of aesthetics, she wanted him from deep in her heart. Who cares if he didn't desire her as her true self, as long as he was with her, standing side-by-side and laying down in the same bed as hers, she was the happiest demon in all five plains. "I already have~" She licked her lips.
Erik smirked, "Such a tease."
"I've learned from the best." Irene seemed to have all the right answers under her tongue.
Erik leaned in; hand under her hair below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. "So, is this one of those situations that we can say that the apprentice has outgrown the master?"
Irene's arms reached up and tangled around his neck."You can say that it is." She breathed in sharply and kissed him delicately for a brief second.
His arms encircled her waist drawing her in, his lips hungry for hers.
She placed her index finger in the free space between their mouths. "You know, haste is the enemy of perfection."
"Yeah but, as you might know, perfection does not know how to love." He explained. "So, perfection is not required in this relationship. I just want you, Sarah. All of your perfect imperfections"
Irene tilted her head a bit taken aback by his words and, again, looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was really in love with that foolish, insignificant, and not-so-special human girl. This was going to be harder than Irene anticipated... that girl was deeply rooted in his heart. At last, she closed her eyes, thinking seriously about the whole ordeal. She should have already gotten used to the idea of being someone else and go with the flow but, sooner or later, she would have to be herself again. How was she going to pull that off? Would she be capable of?
"Hey..." Erik rotated her chin in order for their eyes to lock. "What's wrong?"
No. She had to be. If she wanted him by her side at all times, she had to seduce him and make him crave for her, burn for her, make him don't want to leave and stay... forever... and... ever...
"Princess?" He called out again.
"Hm?"
"You okay? I've been calling you for quite some time now." He said preoccupied.
"Oh... O-Oh! S-Sorry... I guess I just spaced out." Irene nervously laughed. "Let's just continue~ Shall we?" She pushed him back and leaned in; her lips brushed his. Erik hugged her, pulling her body closer and kissing her back. Being the multifaceted demon woman she was, undoing his belt and removing his pants were the next thing on her list. As the kiss grew more intense and passionate, he hugged her, pulling her body closer. She was now against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so damn perfect, my Goddess? She thought as a moan escaped her lips. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted from her back, after untangling her bra and almost ripping off her body, to her hip and slipped under her panties. Irene moaned against his lips, which made a smirk appear on Erik's lips. It has been a while since she had a 'lover' or being taken care of. So, the feeling of nostalgia that hit her made her body tremble in ecstasy.
"Enjoying yourself~?" He asked as their lips departed.
"V-Very much~..." Irene rolled her eyes back in wild euphoria and bit her lower lip, trying to fight another moan with each thrust of his finger inside her.
"Good." Then, she was thrown roughly to the side at an incredible speed as he settled himself over her. But, it was gently that he pulled off her panties; Irene helped by lifting her butt off the mattress. Erik began to spread tender kisses all over her body, starting in her forehead, then crossing her lips, biting lightly her lower lip, going right next to her cheek and after, traveling throughout her neck, collarbone and shoulder, he went for the intimate parts.
Irene grabbed the sheets as her life depended on them.
He whispered in her ear. "I want you in every possible way... your touch, your taste, your scent drives me crazy..."
"U-Uzaeris..." She groaned. For a brief moment, her heart thought those words were meant for her but, her mind knew better. Irene decided to ignore it because it was HER that Erik was caressing, touching, kissing, and not that pathetic human girl. It was HER.
"I just want to hold you tight in my arms and whisper in your ear sweet words like 'i love you'... 'you're mine'..." Erik said in muted tones. "But also... things that turn the fire in you... I have a really dirty mind~"
"Please do~" Irene begged no longer withstand the pressure between her hips.
Erik smirked and resumed his kisses.
Irene's body shrank as he was hitting her soft spots. "N-gh... gaah~" She gave in to the rush of desire, knowing that wherever he led, she could count on an utterly delightful experience.
As he descended, kissing and stroking her nipples with one hand, each breast at a time, in one movement from the hip to the knee, Erik guided Irene to wrapped her legs around his back.
"N-Now!" She shuddered, almost at the peak. He was prolonging the process, enduring as much as he could for her own enjoyment. "U-Uzaeris... p-please...!"
He chuckled with his face between her legs. "Beg me more Princess~" Letting her know that he was going to make her beg for it.
Irene leaned her head back and grabbed his hair, anticipating a wave of pleasure coming.
Erik licked and, once again, stroked her private parts until he was sure that she was warm and wet enough for the next step. "Are you in heat already? Hm~?" And continued.
"Hm.. ahh~" She just let out another needy moan, unable to articulate a response.
Finally, he stopped but, didn't stay only there. He kissed her again, ravishing her mouth from deep within; their tongues entwined in a lustful kiss.
"U-Uzaeris...!" She called out. "I-I can't ta-take it a-anymore... i-i want to come with y-you inside!" She yelled.
And then, at her command, he's inside her, changing her breath with every thrust, hearing her moans timed with his body. The harder they went, the louder they became. Irene could feel nothing but waves of pleasure rushing through her veins. Soon the room quacked at the sound of their 'love-making' and disappeared as both of them went to cloud-9. At their peaks, both screamed and howled of carnal euphoria before Erik fell right next to her. Both were panting wildly, trying to catch a breath; they stood motionless side-by-side for a moment.
Irene was in utter bliss and Erik soothed her and held her close as he very slowly tucked them beneath the bed-sheets. Erik kissed Irene's forehead lovely. She cuddled into Erik's embrace, nuzzling his chest and almost purring happily at the warmth and sound of his slightly accelerated heartbeat, recovering from the experience. She wasn't used to it anymore. How nice it feels being in his arms. She sighed satisfied. Thenceforth she met him, no one has ever been worth her love or thoughts. I will never give him up. She thought to herself, determined to go through with the plan until the very end. She looked up trying to find his kind eyes but, he already had closed his eyes and now was resting, it seemed. Then, she felt something in herself change. She pulled a strand of her hair; her glamour-spell had vanquished and now, she was herself both in body and mind. Irene got a bit worried about the time it took for her to lose her spell; only a day. If the rate and rhythm of things were to be kept like that, she eventually wouldn't be able to maintain her true self hidden and would be caught by her dear Uzaeris. She sighed troubled. Now wasn't the right time, furthermore, he was sleeping peacefully, wouldn't notice. She had more than enough time to gather energy, conjuring the spell, and think about a solution later the next day.