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for which I have to howl
Title: for which I have to howl
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Rieta, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 710
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: "For a few weeks every year all our sex drives go through the roof. Lord Ivlis hates feeling like he’s anything less than in control."
Notes: The demon heat was a request and I have no responsibility for how little biological sense it makes.
Ivlis has been acting weird lately and Yonaka’s confused.
Really weird. He’s been avoiding seeing everybody, especially her and Rieta. When he does have to see people, he’s quieter than normal, almost sounding like he’s in pain, and won’t make eye contact.
After a few days of this, she asks Rieta about it.
“That’s right, you wouldn’t know, would you…” Rieta sighs heavily before beginning to explain. “At one point in the distant past flame demons had an underpopulation problem, and so in order to fix that, we naturally developed a mating season. For a few weeks every year all our sex drives go through the roof. Lord Ivlis hates feeling like he’s anything less than in control, so he isolates himself during this.”
“Hold up,” says Yonaka. “Isn’t going into heat just a thing females do? And Ivlis isn’t female.”
“You’re talking about demons, dear.”
“...Okay, good point.”
Later that day, Yonaka knocks on Ivlis’s bedroom door. “It’s me,” she says.
“Go away,” comes the reply.
That’s what she figured, but she won’t be deterred. “Rieta told me about the heat thing. It’d be easier just to blow off steam than to fight it forever, right?” Silence from inside. “Ivlis, I’m worried about you. Please at least just let me in for a little while. We don’t have to-”
“If I open that door,” Ivlis says, “you know what will happen.”
Yonaka swallows. “I’m okay with that.”
The door opens. Ivlis grabs her by the wrist and pulls her to the bed.
“You don’t understand,” he says as he pushes her down and climbs over her. From so close she can see his blown pupils. “You don’t understand how hard it is to control myself when I’m this way.”
Yonaka leans up enough to kiss his cheek. “So show me.”
A growl leaves his throat before he kisses her, deep and overwhelming in an instant. Distantly she feels him tearing her clothes with his claws, but she can’t bring herself to mind. His knuckles rub her breasts and it’s all going too fast but she can’t say she didn’t expect that.
She arches up when he rubs her clit, breaking the kiss to murmur, “Yes, Ivlis, please-”
“You smell so good, you don’t have any right to smell this good.” He mouths down the side of her neck, sucking between words and leaving marks her shirts won’t cover. “I want. I want to.”
He shoves his pants down and she realizes she’s not wet enough for him yet the moment before he spreads her legs apart and pushes in. It stings and at the sound of her crying out he slows, though it must be agonizing for him. His knuckles are frantic against her clit and breast.
When the pain recedes she takes his face in her hands and manages an, “O-okay, move.”
His next thrust rocks her into the bed, the thrust after that only more powerful. When she can keep her eyes open she watches the pure lust in his face as he moves. When she can’t, she focuses only on his body burning her up.
She rocks back against his thrusts as best she can, though she can’t match Ivlis for sheer power, not anywhere. Still, even an Ivlis who can hardly control himself deserves to have her do some of the work.
Her voice is loud, but not as loud as his for once: his lets out guttural moans that he only muffles near the end by biting onto her neck. It bleeds, but Yonaka’s not at all concerned, not when she’s so close to climax.
He comes with a growl, taking a long time to completely finish spilling into her, and Yonaka comes soon after. She collapses back onto the bed, and slowly he pulls himself off and lies down next to her.
“Feeling better?” she asks. He nods. “You tore my clothes.”
“That happens. I’ll get you new ones,” he says.
Yonaka rolls over and kisses his temple. “How often does this happen, again?”
“Once a year. It’ll be a week more before it’s over.” The flush in his cheeks is from embarrassment this time and not arousal.
“Don’t get me anything really nice if you’re just going to tear it.”
“I won’t.”
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Rieta, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 710
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: "For a few weeks every year all our sex drives go through the roof. Lord Ivlis hates feeling like he’s anything less than in control."
Notes: The demon heat was a request and I have no responsibility for how little biological sense it makes.
Ivlis has been acting weird lately and Yonaka’s confused.
Really weird. He’s been avoiding seeing everybody, especially her and Rieta. When he does have to see people, he’s quieter than normal, almost sounding like he’s in pain, and won’t make eye contact.
After a few days of this, she asks Rieta about it.
“That’s right, you wouldn’t know, would you…” Rieta sighs heavily before beginning to explain. “At one point in the distant past flame demons had an underpopulation problem, and so in order to fix that, we naturally developed a mating season. For a few weeks every year all our sex drives go through the roof. Lord Ivlis hates feeling like he’s anything less than in control, so he isolates himself during this.”
“Hold up,” says Yonaka. “Isn’t going into heat just a thing females do? And Ivlis isn’t female.”
“You’re talking about demons, dear.”
“...Okay, good point.”
Later that day, Yonaka knocks on Ivlis’s bedroom door. “It’s me,” she says.
“Go away,” comes the reply.
That’s what she figured, but she won’t be deterred. “Rieta told me about the heat thing. It’d be easier just to blow off steam than to fight it forever, right?” Silence from inside. “Ivlis, I’m worried about you. Please at least just let me in for a little while. We don’t have to-”
“If I open that door,” Ivlis says, “you know what will happen.”
Yonaka swallows. “I’m okay with that.”
The door opens. Ivlis grabs her by the wrist and pulls her to the bed.
“You don’t understand,” he says as he pushes her down and climbs over her. From so close she can see his blown pupils. “You don’t understand how hard it is to control myself when I’m this way.”
Yonaka leans up enough to kiss his cheek. “So show me.”
A growl leaves his throat before he kisses her, deep and overwhelming in an instant. Distantly she feels him tearing her clothes with his claws, but she can’t bring herself to mind. His knuckles rub her breasts and it’s all going too fast but she can’t say she didn’t expect that.
She arches up when he rubs her clit, breaking the kiss to murmur, “Yes, Ivlis, please-”
“You smell so good, you don’t have any right to smell this good.” He mouths down the side of her neck, sucking between words and leaving marks her shirts won’t cover. “I want. I want to.”
He shoves his pants down and she realizes she’s not wet enough for him yet the moment before he spreads her legs apart and pushes in. It stings and at the sound of her crying out he slows, though it must be agonizing for him. His knuckles are frantic against her clit and breast.
When the pain recedes she takes his face in her hands and manages an, “O-okay, move.”
His next thrust rocks her into the bed, the thrust after that only more powerful. When she can keep her eyes open she watches the pure lust in his face as he moves. When she can’t, she focuses only on his body burning her up.
She rocks back against his thrusts as best she can, though she can’t match Ivlis for sheer power, not anywhere. Still, even an Ivlis who can hardly control himself deserves to have her do some of the work.
Her voice is loud, but not as loud as his for once: his lets out guttural moans that he only muffles near the end by biting onto her neck. It bleeds, but Yonaka’s not at all concerned, not when she’s so close to climax.
He comes with a growl, taking a long time to completely finish spilling into her, and Yonaka comes soon after. She collapses back onto the bed, and slowly he pulls himself off and lies down next to her.
“Feeling better?” she asks. He nods. “You tore my clothes.”
“That happens. I’ll get you new ones,” he says.
Yonaka rolls over and kisses his temple. “How often does this happen, again?”
“Once a year. It’ll be a week more before it’s over.” The flush in his cheeks is from embarrassment this time and not arousal.
“Don’t get me anything really nice if you’re just going to tear it.”
“I won’t.”