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“…A massage? You cleared your schedule so that you could give me a massage?” Shadow Milk jeered, as he arose from his bed within one of the guest bedrooms. The sheets used to be gold and white, but the demon had used his magic to change their color to a midnight black and navy blue.
“I know it sounds foolish…” Pure Vanilla murmured, fidgeting with the end of his sleeve. “But you’ve seemed a bit tense these last few days. I figured a massage might help whatever is bothering you.”
“Oh puh-lease!” Shadow Milk exclaimed as he dramatically rolled his eyes. “I’m perfectly fine, quit worrying about every little thing.”
“Well, even if that's the case, I would still like to give you a massage.” Pure Vanilla said as he made his way to sit next to the beast. “There’s nothing wrong with giving pleasure to those you care about, is there?”
“Oh? You want to pleasure me?~” The demon smirked. “If that’s what you want so badly, why don't you take off those clothes of yours?~”
Pure Vanilla let out a soft chuckle as his face flushed. “We can get to that later, Bluebird.”
“Ugh, fine.” Shadow Milk complied, laying back on the bed and flipping onto his stomach. “Make this quick, I wanna get to the good part.”
The king followed shortly after, positioning himself behind the demon. He placed his vanilla orchid staff against the bedframe, allowing him to see all the supple dough of Shadow Milk’s body.
“Should I take off your top?” Pure Vanilla asked. “It might be easier for me to reach your back if—“
“No.” Shadow Milk immediately responded, his tone low and rough. The spines on his tail began to rise in warning.
“A-alright” The king said hesitantly. “I’ll just move around it then, my apologies.”
Shadow Milk didn’t say anything back, but the spines on his tail had relaxed in response. How unusual, Shadow Milk never got that defensive any other time the ancient asked to remove a piece of his clothing. And come to think of it, Pure Vanilla couldn’t recall ever seeing what his arms looked like either.
…Perhaps he should ask about them at a later time, when Shadow Milk was ready. But for now, Pure Vanilla should focus on the task at hand.
The king brought his hands to the beast’s shoulder blades and began to rub his thumbs around their curves. The gentle pressure caused Shadow Milk to let out a soft groan.
“Does that feel good?” Pure Vanilla inquired. “There is a lot of tension in this area.”
“Mhm~” Shadow Milk hummed in reply. “Where’d you learn to move your hands like this?”
“I’m not doing anything too special,” The ancient answered, moving his hands from his shoulder blades to the curve of his back. “My experience as a healer is what helps me notice where you're the most tense.”
The king softly pressed his thumbs into the demon’s supple blue dough, making circular motions with his digits in order to loosen the tension beneath.
Shadow Milk let out a long moan in response, before quickly grabbing a pillow to muffle his noises. Pure Vanilla wasn’t exactly sure why he did, the ancient had heard the other croon in ecstasy more times than he could count. But it was cute to watch nonetheless.
Pure Vanilla felt the familiar sensation of the beast’s devilish tail wrapping around his thin waist. If the moaning wasn’t enough proof that Shadow Milk was enjoying this, then this certainly was.
Pure Vanilla then moved his hands to the lower part of Shadow Milk’s back, making an upward motion with his fingers against the dough. This part wasn’t as tense as the others, but the king wanted to make sure it was—
Pure Vanilla’s eyes were abruptly caught by the subtle twitching of Shadow Milk’s wings.
They resided on each respective hip, and were similar to those of a bat. He had always wanted to take a closer look at them, but anytime he attempted to, Shadow Milk would prevent him from doing so.
They were such an enigma to the king. Shadow Milk could fly without flapping them, but they were still used by the demon, even if it was reflexively. And they seemed to have eyes, just like Shadow Milk’s hair.
Pure Vanilla wasn’t familiar with the anatomy of Incubus wings, but they were sure to have muscles in them. And since the king wanted to get rid of as much tension as he could from his partner, it only made sense to touch them now. Hopefully Shadow Milk wouldn’t mind too much…
The ancient moved his hands from the beast’s lower back to his left wing. The reaction was immediate, the wings jerked suddenly in his grasp and Pure Vanilla heard Shadow Milk make a startled noise. He could also feel the tail tightly wrapped around him jolt from his touch.
“Are you alright?” Pure Vanilla hesitated, quickly pulling his hands away from the appendage. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I-it’s fine, just…” Shadow Milk whimpered, his face was flushed a dark blue. “Be gentle…”
Pure Vanilla hummed in reply, still worried that he might’ve wounded Shadow Milk accidentally. The king brought his hand to the wing again, being as gentle as he could.
He slowly dragged his fingers along the patagium, feeling Shadow Milk twitch again from his touch. Though it wasn’t as intense as before, perhaps it was just sensitive and not painful like he thought.
The king rubbed soothing circles along the appendage, it had such a unique feel to it. Almost like dough but thinner and slightly…fuzzy?
Pure Vanilla then moved his hands towards its inner membrane, leaning in to get a closer look. Well, as close of a look as his eyes allowed. It felt completely different to the patagium, it was soft, shockingly so. It almost felt like silk.
Just like he had suspected, there were eyes on the insides of Shadow Milk’s wings. Some were closed, while the others were staring up at the ancient. Their pupils were shaped like hearts. Seems like they were able to express the same way the demon’s hair could.
Pure Vanilla was so focused on the marvel of Shadow Milk’s wings, he didn’t even notice the sharp twitches and jolts from them or the muffled noises coming from the beast.
The king experimentally ran his hand gently up the membrane, the eyes along them reacting accordingly. Some of them narrowed in pleasure, while others opened in surprise before lidding with glee. And one in particular was tearing up from the sensation.
How cute, Shadow Milk must’ve been enjoying this a lot. Pure Vanilla recalled the way the demon would similarly tear up during sex, and would vehemently deny he did afterwards.
These wings were so beautiful and soft…It was a shame that Pure Vanilla was unable to touch them prior. In fact, he might not get a chance to touch them again after this.
Pure Vanilla continued to run his hand up the membrane, after all it seemed like the eyes were enjoying the attention. Once he was done with this wing, he could move on to the other and make that one is fully taken care of as well—
All of a sudden, Shadow Milk let out a loud sob into the pillow he was clutching. The cushion hardly muffled the noise. Pure Vanilla’s attention turned back to the demon, and then to his legs. They were severely trembling, a rush of fluid began leaking from the beast’s clothed mound and was traveling down his thighs.
Did Shadow Milk just have an orgasm?
Pure Vanilla watched the other with widened eyes, prying his hands off of the demon’s wings so as to not overstimulate him. Shadow Milk breathed heavily into the pillow as he came down from his high.
Once his afterglow had finished, Shadow Milk turned his gaze towards the king. It looked both murderous and dazed at the same time.
“Oh my…” Pure Vanilla croaked in astonishment, he didn’t know Shadow Milk’s wings were an erogenous zone.
“That's all you have to say?!” Shadow Milk hissed, sluggishly dragging his body away from the king. “You make me cum in the most pathetic way possible and THAT’S all you can respond with?!?!”
“Pathetic?” Pure Vanilla asked, his face scrunching in concern.
“Well how else would you describe making me finish without even touching my pussy?!” Shadow Milk argued as he crossed his arms in annoyance.
Purr Vanilla stayed quiet for a second. He didn’t mean to hurt Shadow Milk’s feelings or make him self conscious. Hearing him talk so lowly about himself over something like this made him feel guilty.
“I wouldn’t call your orgasm pathetic.” Pure Vanilla responded, moving closer to the beast who gave him an annoyed look in reply. “I would say it's fascinating, instead.”
“Oh spare me from your sweet talk!” Shadow Milk pouted as he turned his head away. But Pure Vanilla still dared to bring himself closer to him, his tanned warm hands resting atop the demon’s soft thigh.
“You shouldn’t be ashamed of this, my dear.” Pure Vanilla murmured softly. “I don’t think less of you, so you shouldn’t think less of yourself. Every Cookie has some place that they're most sensitive in.”
Shadow Milk didn’t say anything in return, but he did turn his gaze back to the ancient, who simply smiled back.
“I promise not to touch your wings again.” Pure Vanilla uttered, as gave the beast a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I understand that you prefer them to be untouched.”
“Enough with the pleasantries, I don’t care if you touch them.” Shadow Milk grumbled. “But if you dare make me cum like that again, I’ll turn you into a pile of crumbs.”
“Yes, Bluebird.” Pure Vanilla agreed, leaning in again to leave another kiss on Shadow Milk’s cheek.
“Ugh! Quit kissing me and help me clean up if you’re not planning to give me what I’m owed.” The demon huffed as he leaned his face away from the king’s.
“Are you sure you still want to make love?” Pure Vanilla asked. “You might still be sensitive from before.”
“So what? I’m not missing out on my chance to get my revenge!” Shadow Milk replied as he pulled down his soaked panties. “It’s not like you have anything else to do today. So I’m going to milk you dry!~”
Before Pure Vanilla could even respond. Shadow Milk was already on top of him and began pulling his robes upwards.
Well, at least Shadow Milk wasn’t tense anymore…