Fables/Fairytales Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Demonic ❯ Try ( Chapter 6 )

Try

 

By: Roxria

 

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Blue eyes blinked in the darkness, her body numb from the after effects of Damon's venom. Kairi listened to the demon's heartbeat soundly as it thumped softly. She closed her eyes gently, her mortal mind too tired to feel anything but content.

 

Damon shifter her wing slightly, protectively surrounding her and her mate in a leather cocoon where only they existed. Her head rested on top of her Pretty's, her midnight hair falling over her shoulders to intertwine with moonlit locks.

 

Kairi felt tingling in her fingers and toes, signalling that she was regaining feeling and the ability to move. She didn't move; she remained motionless.

 

The silence was almost deafening, only broken up by the soft breathing of the demon and the mortal. The ground was cold and hard, but the two felt nothing except each other at the moment.

 

“What do you feel, Pretty?” Damon asked gently in an almost non-audible voice.

 

A pause.

 

`Numb…' Kairi answered mentally, her lips still frozen.

 

“An after affect” Damon whispered.

 

No response from Kairi came.

 

“It'll only last for a little while” the demon said softly. She brought her young mate closer to her, gently playing with some of the moonlight strands that fell around her face. She used her other hand to trace her clawed fingers on her Pretty's back soothingly, “So beautiful my Pretty Angel.”

 

Kairi winced at the tingling on her back, `I'm scared…'

 

“I know” Damon whispered, “I'll help you.”

 

The white haired female wanted to fall asleep, but her conscious would not allow such an act while being held in the arms of a demoness. She closed her eyes: she had stopped one demon from raping her, but allowed another to touch her consensually. A whimper passed from her lips as she forcefully tried to regain movement.

 

Damon kissed the tender skin of her angel's abused neck, “No moving, Pretty, you'll get hurt if you try too soon.”

 

`Dark…' Kairi said.

 

“To be expected of a dark room, Pretty. It is meant to be dark as to not disturb the nocturnal creatures.”

 

Kairi tensed as she remembered the slimy vines that had encased her wrists, and winced in protest. `Damon…'

 

“Don't worry, my Angel, there are none here now” Damon assured. The black haired female nuzzled into the soft white hair, “You are so soft… so beautiful… mine…”

 

Kairi's hands turned slightly as she began to gain feeling, the conscious movement making her aware of how close the demoness actually was. She was starting to feel the familiarity of skin touching hers, and the heat that was passed between their bodies. She parted her lips but could not find any words that would accolade such a situation.

 

Damon took one look at those parted lips, and wasted no time in capturing them in a kiss.

 

Kairi winced in pain when Damon ran her fingers across the puncture marks on her hip, whimpering slightly into the kiss.

 

Damon parted, looking at the markings she inflicted. Five deep claw marks on each hip, “Sorry, Pretty, I did not mean to hurt you.”

 

The white haired female flinched. She was hurting, but it wasn't the physical pain… It was the thought of being so close to a demon, and yet feeling so safe. It was being held in the arms of darkness, and feeling the comfort. She wanted to cry in frustration, her physical and spiritual form fighting to win the inner conflict.

 

The demoness sighed, “Why must you fight so hard, Pretty? You are so stubborn with your feelings, almost as if you are afraid to experience them.”

 

`I am afraid…' Kairi thought to herself, forgetting that Damon was still listening in on her thoughts.

 

Damon kissed her Pretty's neck gently, “Of me?”

 

`Of… me' the female replied, `I'm afraid of what I feel. You'd be… the first person I've let into my life, and you are a demon. I don't want to be hurt anymore.'

 

“I am a demon, but you can let me in. I will not hurt you.”

 

With the feeling she had regained, Kairi pulled away from Damon sending them a few feet apart. She whimpered, “Y-you're lying, you're always lying.” She winced as she lay on her stomach, still to numb to stand on her own.

 

“The only person who is hurting you is yourself” Damon said, “You're making things that should be pleasurable, painful.” She moved closer to the female leaning down to lick her ear, “I am only helping to get rid of your fear, Pretty.”

 

“Then why won't you wait for me?” The words had slipped her lips before she even realized she had said them. Kairi forced herself onto her knees using her arms since her legs were still partly numb.

 

Damon seemed to be speechless for a moment, taken back by such strong words from her mate. Her hand stroked the smaller one's cheek, “Would that make you less afraid? Would it put ease in your mind for a relationship of this calibre, Pretty?”

 

“I can only try” Kairi replied softly, “I'm sorry, Damon, that is all that I can offer you if you'll try to… wait for me.”

 

Damon brought the female into her arms, “My Pretty One, if you try to understand my nature and our relationship, try to accept it, I will do my best to wait.” The demon nuzzled into white hair softly, “You have no idea how hard it is to resist you, Pretty. You are like an addiction…”

 

Kairi leaned back into the demon's grip. She turned her head, “C-can we…”

 

Damon kissed her Pretty's neck, “Yes, we can leave.” She picked the youth up into her arms and carried her to the door, watching as the youth squirmed to position herself better.

 

Kairi shivered, but her eyes widened when she felt something soft wrap around her bare form. Her fingers felt over it and recognized it as a blanket, thin, but offering warmth to her cold body. She hugged it, “Thank you.”

 

Damon smiled, “You're very welcome.” Damon continued to walk out the door.

 

Light poured through the open door, illuminating the two forms.

 

For the first time in many hours, Kairi was able to see Damon again and it surprised her that the first thing she felt was relief.

 

The demon showed no shame as walked through the dining hall, cloaked only by the youth in her arms. Her black hair was tussled, and her crimson eyes seemed to be more intense then Kairi remembered.

 

The white haired female looked away shyly, eyes shifting to the black blanket that encased her own body. It made her somewhat happier that Shandi and Bellany weren't there waiting for them to return.

 

“That's right, my Pretty, you have yet to eat. We have been too distracted” Damon reminded, eyeing the leftover food on the table. She placed the youth into a chair, and sat down next to her.

 

Kairi wrapped the fabric around herself tightly. She wanted to say that she had lost her appetite, but the look in Damon's eyes told her that she was not leaving the table until she had eaten something. Her stomach turned once again at the thought of putting something in her stomach after so long, and her inexperience with cutlery didn't help feelings of sickness.

 

Damon smiled, “Eat anything that you wish, Pretty, as much as you want.”

 

The mortal's stomach twisted again. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out on her command. She closed her mouth.

 

Damon looked at the hesitant female, “Pretty Angel?”

 

Kairi closed her eyes. She wanted to try for Damon; she wanted to not be a problem, scared of everything and riddled with problems. She reopened her eyes when Damon knelt in front of her. She hugged her blanket tighter, looking away in shame.

 

Damon used her thumb tilt Kairi's face back up to their eyes met, “Something is wrong. You are hiding something from me, and I won't have it.”

 

Kairi breathed deeply, “N-nothing, I'm not hungry…”

 

“You must eat” Damon said strictly, “Or you will get sick, and that I will not have.”

 

Kairi felt her stomach turn again, and she turned her head away from the demoness.

 

The black haired female licked her lips, “When was the last time you ate, Pretty?”

 

The white haired female opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. She looked at Damon softly. She owed the demoness the truth; she had promised to try. “I can't remember…” she whispered, clutching the blankets to her body, “I used to take things from the kitchen, but my grandfather got angry when he realized that I was stealing. I stopped after that…”

 

Damon brushed some of the long white locks out of her mate's crystal eyes, “You must eat now, I will not stop you.” She kissed Kairi's cheek tenderly, “I am not your grandfather.”

 

Kairi looked at the food before turning back to Damon, “I-I can't…”

 

Damon sighed, bringing the youth into her arms and sitting down in her chair. She wrapped her wings around them, “You must, Pretty.”

 

The mortal tensed, “I'll get sick.”

 

Damon kissed her cheek, “I know… start small, some soup, but you still must eat. It will not get better if you persist in starving yourself, Pretty.” She cradled the youth in her arms, before reaching around her to pour some soup from a silver thermos into a bowl. She brought it closer, “Come, Pretty, eat.”

 

Kairi looked at the steaming bowl with apprehensive eyes, the clear green liquid seeming to become an ocean before her. “Damon-”

 

“One bite at a time” Damon whispered into her ear, lifting the spoon to her lips. “As much or little as you want.”

 

Kairi parted her lips, and took the spoon into her mouth. She cringed at the syrupy taste, but swallowed. The soup felt as if it were an anvil as it hit her stomach, and her muscles contracted. She downed a couple more spoonfuls, before wrapping her arms around her stomach.

 

Damon stopped feeding her, and put the spoon back in the bowl. She kissed her mate's neck and rubbed her stomach affectionately.

 

The blue-eyed female felt as if she as going to be sick from the intake, but Damon's soothing actions were slowly easing the bubbling illness. She leaned back against the elder's shoulder gradually, shivering as the elder traced her lips around the sensitive markings on her neck.

 

“Good, Pretty, very good for now” Damon whispered, “Such a beautiful mate I have.”

 

They sat together for long minutes before Damon slowly picked her mate up, gathering the lithe bundle into her arms affectionately.

 

Kairi turned slightly, still feeling sick, but not wanting to be an imposition to the demoness, “I-I think I can walk now…”

 

The black haired female chuckled, folding her leather wings neatly on her back as she walked out the door of the dining room. “Ah, but you are not feeling well, Pretty. It is my job as your mate to take care of you.”

 

“O-oh, okay” Kairi said softly, trying to broaden her mind to the foreign concept. Her parents never took care of each other, and they were married. Was being married and being a mate even closely related terms, or were they completely different? She had no idea… “Um, Damon…”

 

Damon smiled as they entered her room, placing the lithe female onto the freshly made bed. She watched in amusement as her mate tightened her hold on the blanket covering her body, “You have a question?”

 

Kairi sat up slowly, adjusting the blanket with a soft blush, “Being—being your mate… is that like… dating? Or… marriage?”

 

The demoness kneeled in front of the youth, midnight hair cascading down her chest and covering her breasts. Her crimson eyes sparkled like polished blood rubies, “Remind me, Pretty, marriage in your mortal world is where two people join?”

 

Kairi nodded, “They commit to each other… spiritually and physically.”

 

“Forever?” Damon asked.

 

Blue eyes turned to the ground, `They're supposed to.'

 

Damon caught the thought through their mental link and smiled. She brought the youth into her arms, “Then I suppose it is like marriage in some ways, Pretty, but mating DOES last forever. That is why my bite will never fade.”

 

“Then why—why did you give me to Bellany?” Kairi asked softly, shivering as she remembered the close encounter. She hugged the blanket and cringed as she recalled the darkness and fear that enveloped her soul.

 

Damon brushed her fingers over the youth's cheek, “A difference in demon and mortal bonding: exclusivity. Demons only take one mate, but sexual activity among them is what mortals would call `casual.' It is very rare to find a couple that stay exclusive to each other.”

 

“What about loyalty?” Kairi asked, feeling a pit starting to form in her stomach.

 

Damon smiled and brought the youth into her arms, “Loyalty to one another is what makes us mates. We are connected, only truly fulfilled when we are with each other.”

 

The white haired female gave an uneasy look to the demon, “Then why --- how is it loyal to be seeing others when you only have only one mate?” She shivered as Damon brushed her white locks away from her neck in favour of laying subtle kisses down the sensitive skin.

 

“My Pretty” Damon cooed, “Being with others can unlock things that even your mate cannot unlock. The experience that comes from being with others allows for you to understand different prospects and emotions that can only come from a certain individual. It is wrong to deny each other the pleasure of experience.”

 

Kairi suddenly started to squirm in Damon's lap when her mate came to a particularly sensitive patch of skin between her shoulder blades, `I-I don't understand…'

 

“You will” Damon whispered gently, nipping at the skin again with her canines.

 

Kairi fidgeted, trying to escape the feeling. She quivered when Damon slipped her skilled fingers under the blanket and slowly shifted it down, revealing more of her frame to those heated crimson eyes. Her first reaction was to move away, but she quickly found Damon's arm preventing her from doing so.

 

“You are so sensitive, My Pretty. So beautiful” Damon said while continuing to torture the newly exposed skin.

 

Kairi felt fear swell within her body: she was losing control. “S-stop, please, Damon…”

 

“Your body is still recovering from the dark room, Pretty, and I promised to wait for you. I will not harm, only touch and hold… will you deny me this?” the demoness asked softly, kissing her shoulder.

 

Blue eyes were conflicted, but she didn't push Damon away. She was still trying to wrap her head around the concept of multiple partners being an accepted norm. Her mother and father used to bring other people to the house when their `respected' other wasn't home, and she hated it. She knew a stereotypical marriage called for love and respect… but her family had been less then stereotypical to say the least. The idea that `cheating' was an enforced concept in this realm made her head spiral.

 

“Cheating?” Damon chuckled, “Is that what mortals call it, Pretty?”

 

Kairi snapped out of her daze, forgetting that her thoughts were no longer private.

 

“My Pretty” the demoness cooed, “You've only experience the bad parts of having many partners. Your parents did not need each other like I need you… I would never use sexuality to hurt you…” She nuzzled the soft white skin of her mate's neck, “You will understand in time.”

 

The white haired female jumped when Damon nipped at her neck just below were the bite marks laid. She could feel Damon's developed body pressing against her making blood flood to her cheeks. When the sheet started to slide below her chest, she stopped it and held it close to her shyly.

 

Damon smiled, “So timid… let me see you.” Her claws traced over the only thing separating her from feeling and tasting her mate's flawless skin, “No need to be shy…”

 

Kairi tried to relax but found her body to be tense as it always was when being touched.

 

The black haired female sighed and turned the lithe female around so they were facing, Kairi's legs on either sides of her hips.

 

The youth looked down in shame, “I-I'm sorry, I-I just--”

 

“Hush, Pretty” Damon whispered, “I know you are trying.”

 

Kairi leaned her head against Damon's shoulder softly, moonlight locks cascading over her shoulders and contrasting against the black cover. She looked up into crimson eyes slowly, hesitantly.

 

Those eyes were calm and soothing, holding no regret or anger but only a profound sense of adoration and endearment. Swirling pools of crimson were laced with seduction and passion as they stared deeply into marine.

 

Damon ran her clawed fingers through her mate's hair before using her free hand to play with the loose covering, “Relax…”

 

Kairi mentally coaxed herself to relax, her muscles gradually unwinding as tanned digits ran through her hair. She slowly let the thin blanket fall from around her shoulders, the black material pooling around her waist. She gazed up to her mate shyly, `I'll Try.'

 

The demon smiled and kissed her neck delicately, “You have such a beautiful body, Pretty, such a beautiful soul.” She nuzzled her mate, moving her hands down so they rested on slender hips. She felt the claw marks that she had left of her Pretty's skin during their stay in the dark room and traced them softly.

 

Kairi bit her lip, not really sure what to do with herself.

 

As if sensing the plight of uncomfortable tension, Damon took Kairi's hands within her own and moved them onto her hips.

 

The demoness smiled at the blushing female, “You can touch me, Pretty, I will not hurt you.” She pressed her lips over her Pretty's to stop her from biting, “And remember, no biting. That is my job.”

 

The white-haired youth nodded unsurely.

 

“You do not have to be afraid to initiate contact” Damon said softly, “It is—“ She never got to finish her sentence, because just before she was about to explain the unthinkable happened.

 

Kairi kissed her.

 

The kiss was tender, seemingly passive compared to Damon's, but delivering the innocent passion that slept within the youth's soul.

 

Blue eyes were closed softly, white hair fanned around her form.

 

Damon's eyes were wide with surprise, every ounce of suppressed arousal flooding back to her from the gentle kiss. Her nerves were on fire from the incredibly soft touch, petal soft lips infecting her with a feeling that she had never felt before; a feeling that made her brain stop thinking and her body grow numb.

 

Kairi ended the simple kiss slowly; her cheeks burning shyly from her first given kiss. She pulled away little by little, trying to gauge the demon's reaction to the kiss.

 

Damon was at a loss for words. A simple kiss initiated from her mortal mate had made her feel something she had never felt during her entire existence as a demon: weak. The kiss had made her freeze; it had made her vulnerable.

 

The white haired female pulled away from the demon shamefully, pulling the sheet around her form as she stood up and turned away from the demon, “I-I am sorry.” She didn't know what had possessed her to kiss the demon: she didn't even know how to kiss. `Please don't hate me…'

 

The black haired female suddenly snapped out of her stunned state as she heard the soft-spoken metal message. She crawled forward and pulled the youth back into her arms, turning her so they were facing. Damon felt a pang of guilt shoot through her body when she saw teary blue orbs that refused to meet with hers, “Pretty…”

 

“Please don't hate me,” Kairi said quickly, tears streaming from her eyes, “I'll--”

 

“Kiss me” Damon interrupted.

 

Kairi looked up gradually, surprise evident in her eyes. She gripped the sheet tighter, lost for words.

 

Damon leaned forward to brush her lips over her mate's ear, “Kiss me, Pretty.” When she felt the youth's confusion she licked at her earlobe, “That was amazing… you made me go numb… I do not believe there was been anyone who has made me feel that aroused from a kiss.”

 

Kairi leaned her head against the dark one's shoulder, heat rushing to her cheeks.

 

Damon tilted her mate's face so they could gaze upon each other, “Pretty Angel…” She captured her mate's lips in an intense kiss, laying the youth against the bed and straddling her waist as she did.

 

The white haired female closed her eyes gently, still clinging to the black blanket wrapped around her body.

 

The demon ran her fingers over her Pretty's hands, coaxing them to lessen the firm grip. She parted from the kiss to allow her mate to breathe before stealing another.

 

Kairi found herself distracted from the searing heat of the kiss, tension in her fingers slowly diminishing until the blanket was parted. She winced when Damon's fingers ran over the wounds on her sides. She whimpered at the stinging ache, moving her hands down to clasp Damon's firmly, and parting the kiss, “No…”

 

“Only touch” the demon whispered, “Promise.”

 

Kairi felt indecently exposed before the demons prying eyes, but made no move to cover up. She felt almost…obligated… to try for the demoness. She looked softly up at the black haired female who was lying across her so contently. She blushed softly, “…Damon?”

 

“Yes, Pretty?” Damon cooed.

 

She looked away shyly, but Damon tilted her head back.

 

“Talk to me” the crimson-eyed female whispered, subtly demanding that her mate be honest about her inquiries. She grinned at the pink that stained the youth's cheeks.

 

Kairi tilted her head, “Is it wrong… for me to be with you?”

 

“Explain…” Damon said softly, kissing the bite marks on her neck.

 

The youth shivered, “You're strong - and you do so much for me…” She looked up at the demoness, “but I'm—I'm not strong… I don't have experience… and I'm not a demon… so, is it wrong of me to be with you when you deserve someone… better?”

 

Damon looked at the youth with dominant eyes, “I never want to hear you say such things again.” She leaned down till their foreheads were touching, “You are my mate, and I feel no shame in you. You are perfect, Pretty One, and you are mine.”

 

Kairi blushed, before quietly asking, “Does that mean… that you are mine?”

 

The demon kissed her softly, “Of course.”

 

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Another chapter done and completed!! I know the updates are slow, but hey, I'm trying. Don't give up on me just yet. Ray and I are doing are best under the circumstances.

 

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