Xarakas made sure to tighten his arm around her as he felt her go weak, quickly pressing his mouth over hers to help muffle her cry as she came undone. The last thing they needed was to be caught.
He chuckled softly as she questioned what he'd done, his other arm moving to wrap around her too as she leaned into his arms. "I've had the benefit of having a lot of practice, Princess. I'm just glad to prove that you don't need to rely on your silly schedule to have a good time," he murmured softly into her hair, allowing her the time she needed to regain her strength.
"The schedule isn't silly," Asha argued, having grown tense at his mention of how much practice he'd had.
It didn't particularly come as a surprise, but it wasn't something she'd stopped to consider either, and the thought had her demon attempting to surface. Asha could practically feel her growling within, asserting that Xarakas belonged to them and they needed to stake their claim. Specifically, her demon wanted to mark him, but whatever control she was currently lacking, Asha couldn't let her demon have that.
Compromise? she suggested to her demon.
"The idea of a schedule is a little silly," Xarakas teased with a chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head as he felt her tense in his arms. Knowing how his demon had reacted upon hearing that she kept a schedule for whenever she fucked others, it wasn't surprising to see that her demon was also upset at knowing about his experiences.
Sorting through her emotions and handling her demon gave Asha the moments she needed to get her feet back underneath her, and when she looked up at Xarakas next, red intermixed and swirled in her usually blue eyes.
"My turn now."
He loosened his arms from around her as she seemed to find her feet, pressing a deep kiss to her lips before giving her a surprised look as she suggested that it was her turn to please him.
And given his experience, it was time to hope he didn't find her lacking. Asha was careful not to let slip that she was anything except confident in herself, however, as she tugged down his pants and lowered herself to her knees, looking up at him even as she slowly drew his arousal into his mouth.
"Oh no, Princess, there's no need, you don't have to—" he began to argue, but was cut off as he watched her lower herself to her knees and tug his pants down, entranced by her actions.
He let out a loud groan as she finally took him into his mouth, flexing his fingers awkwardly as he was torn about whether or not to touch her or push her off, completely inexperienced with a partner pleasuring him. "Fuck, Princess, you don't… You don't have to. Let me pleasure you."
Asha had never met a man who'd protested having his dick sucked and suspected, when Xarakas first began to argue, that it might have been a tad disingenuous. But when he spoke up again after she'd begun pleasuring him, she drew back with a frown.
"I'm not a tyrant, Xarakas, and this isn't—this is Hell. I'm sure if I only wanted to get off, it would be easy enough to find a whore. But this isn't that, my demon wants to claim you, and it isn't as if I exactly intend for us to be finished with each other after this. So relax and enjoy it. And if, for whatever reason, you aren't enjoying it, tell me, and I'll stop."