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Nightfall engulfed Mary Geoise, and as countless times before, you have been swept off your feet and laid gently on the bed's mattress. So tonight, the Devil had decided to show you mercy, it seems. In his own way.
"Mu's butterfly is often distracted by trifles." Imu leaned over, a gloved hand brushed against yours. He had yet to join you in bed. "Are you going to take this stupid disguise off already?" You said, accentuating your idea by tugging his glove off. "Thou art lacking patience, dear." Despite his words, he did not waste time in unveiling himself. Long white hair cascading over his face, locks separated by a set of horns, and a face you could not help but fall in love with each time.
Your impatience grew. Unable to wait any further, you reached for the man, pulling him closer. "You stole me from my trifles and now expect me to be patient?" Moving a strand of his hair to the side, you leaned in, capturing his lips into a kiss he melted into instantly.
The heat intensified, urging him to push you back into the pillow and cage you beneath his body. The first to break apart was Imu, as he rested his forehead on yours for a moment before trailing pecks down your jaw and throat, towards the collarbone. A rather hungry bite of his made you gasp and twitch. You could feel him smile at your sound, tending to the forming bruise with a soft kiss akin to an apology. "Thou art awfully expressive tonight." His bare hand slid lower, until you released a shiver. Imu quit his movements once the tips reached behind your undergarments. "I must deprive thee more frequently..." His pause caused a whine to escape you, which only elicited a sly smile in return.
"You—" He withdrew his hand. "Thou shalt take what I offer. Being greedy, will not make thy wish, the truth." Your brows knit as you force yourself to swallow any insults towards the man. "Do not look at Mu like that..." Imu coped your face with the gloved hand, plastering on a sympathetic expression. "Open." You were quick to follow his command, parting your lips for his thumb to slide past them. "Is it not better when thou obeyest thy God?" He then made quick work of the rest of your clothes. Leaving you in only your underwear, your body visible for his eyes alone.
Imu's hand brushed over the length of your legs as he moved to the bed's front side. And knelt. He grabbed you by the ankles, pulling until your, very much soaked, panties were dangerously close to his face. He placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, then pressed his tongue flatly against your clothed cunt, causing you to reach and grab onto his horns. "Please..." you mewled, trying to nudge him closer. He obliged. With a finger, he hooked your panties to the side, going directly for your clit.
He maintained a punishing pace. Adding into the mix his fingers, now coated with your slick and nearly scratching you due to his sharp nails. Your moans and whines bounced off the walls, accompanied by the filthy sounds rising from between your legs; not even concerned about anyone hearing you, as the room was far beyond anyone's earshot. You were close. So close. Yet Imu was aware of that fact, and just as you were about to finish, he had deprived you of his warmth.
"You're cruel." You cried, shakily holding yourself up on your elbows. "Am I? How shameful of Mu..." With a smile, he rose to his feet. Mindful to bring your feet up to his now bare shoulders and placing a kiss on your ankle. "Thine annoyance shall persist." He said in a hushed tone, kneading your body into a mating press. "I will do what I desire." His words were a whisper against your neck, accentuated by the harsh thrust that intertwined your bodies and tore a raw scream from you.
The movements were rough, each thrust leaving your body weaker than the previous one. He was all over you. A hand steadying you by the waist, the other moulding your breast, and his mouth leaving deliciously painful marks on your neck. It was all too much. "Imu..." You whined, hands attempting to no avail to grab onto something—anything—yet he made you feel so weak. With a strained moan you had come undone, but to your dismay (or delight) he was not finished with you.
Imu continued with the same vigour, not missing a beat. And you? A mumbling mess underneath him. Everything just felt so good.
His gaze moved to you alongside a quiet laugh to your misery. He was as proud as ever seeing you so drunk on him, so good for him. "Thy beauty is comparable to a Goddess..." He sighed out praise, a sign of him nearing his peak. "One worthy of Mu." He captured your lips into a messy kiss as he finished deep inside you.
The two of you laid there for a while. You were breathless, eyes fighting to not give up; Imu was next to you, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "A bath is in order. I will get it ready." He whispered and you nodded weakly.
It was no surprise that when he came back, your sleeping body was the only thing he found. Still, he cleaned you up. Afterwards, he gently moved you to lie properly on the mattress and joined you in your slumber.