Asha took him into her mouth again, quickly noticing that he seemed awkward and tense, as if he didn't quite know what to do with himself. Pausing, she took his hands and guided them to her head, encouraging him to tangle his fingers in her hair, then started to stroke the base of his shaft as she licked and sucked and teased, slowly taking him deeper and deeper.
Mercifully, he didn't seem displeased with her, albeit somewhat tense still, despite how comfortable he'd seemed earlier when it had been his mouth on her skin and his hand down her pants. But she tried not to dwell too much on that particular mystery as she focused on pleasuring him.
Xarakas was nervous about how the princess would react upon finding out that he was practically a whore, given her statement, but thankfully her statement that her demon wanted to claim him was enough to distract him before he got too far in his head, and before he could voice anymore protests she'd taken him into her mouth again.
He still felt awkward, having never been in this position before, and he was grateful when she guided his hands to her head, letting his fingers tangle in her hair as she pleasured him.
"Fuck, Princess," he groaned, attempting to relax and focus on her as he ran his fingers through her hair, but as he felt himself start to grow close he had to fight the urge to pull back, not wanting her to scold him again or to have to explain why he was so awkward about this sort of situation.
With no more protests from Xarakas forthcoming despite her assurance that she'd stop if he didn't enjoy what she was doing, Asha took his little curses and groans as a good sign, pushing him to his release. It helped settle her demon down a bit as well, and when she looked up at him next, the red had faded from her eyes, though she couldn't help but give him a nervous look as she sat back, rather than get out of the floor.
"So… That… uh, well… that wasn't great for you, was it?"
Fuck, she still wanted him though. She wasn't even close to getting him out of her system. But that was her problem, not his. Especially given the way he was acting. With her demon a little more relaxed and her mind a little clearer, she was mentally kicking herself for not leaving well enough alone before this point.
"Actually, you know what, if I'm right and you're rethinking all this, don't tell me. Just umm… You know where the door is. This is our secret, promise. And I'll finish clean-up myself." She would've proposed an alternative on the off-chance that she was wrong about his line of thinking, but she had a hard time believing she could be.
"Fuck, Princess," Xarakas cursed again as she pushed him to his release, his grip on her hair tightening briefly before relaxing as he finally relaxed. He released her as she pulled back, frowning faintly as she asked if it wasn't great for him and began to insinuate that he was rethinking their encounter, quickly shaking his head as he leaned down to help her up, pressing a deep kiss to her lips to silence her so he could counter her arguments.
"God, no. Are you kidding? That was... I've just never... You know what, it's not important, alright? But the last thing I want to do is stop, I promise you that," he murmured between kisses, tugging her close. "Unless you'd like to stop, because in that case I'd understand."
Having completely and honestly thought she'd fucked up like she'd never fucked up before, it came as a surprise when Asha suddenly found herself back in Xarakas's arms, returning his kisses as he seemed to attempt to explain whatever it was she'd misunderstood, only to give up.
"Me? Stop?"
It must've been the relief that he still wanted her that had Asha laughing softly in between the increasingly hungry kisses they were exchanging, even as she discarded her bra and then shimmied out of her pants, leaving her bare before him.
"Xarakas," she whispered in between kisses, "Fuck me."