Bloodpools

Incapable of thinking about anything other than the extreme pleasure and warmth from his body, she surrendered herself completely to him, She could not think of consequences, or anything. She could not even focus enough to remember her own name. In that moment all there was, was Rin. And she didn't mind.
"Rin," she moaned over and over again, scratching against his back, pulling him closer with each thrust, not wanting him to be apart from her for only a split second. She wanted him always.

He groaned as he thrusted into her again and again. He was aware that she was mumbling his name, but all he could make were sounds undistinguishable as individual words. He reached down and rubbed her clit, wanting to make sure this time she couldn't take advantage of him. If they were going to do this he wanted to make sure they both were even- just as weak as each other.
He sighed, his mouth searched for hers, and as one hand rubbed her he used the other to keep him upright and not collapsing against her. Against the floor it was already uncomfortable, and he was fortunate to have her beneath.
Speeding up, he slowly began to lose what meagre control he had left. He rubbed her faster, hoping she was close too.

The excitement alone was almost enough to drive her over the edge, but with the added pleasure she could no longer hold in her screams as she tore at him, constantly trying to get him closer, constantly trying to kiss him deeper.
Her despair and desperation bottled up until it felt as if she was going to explode, and she knew what would come if he kept going.
"Rin," she moaned breathlessly. "You need to stop it, or I'll.. I'm gonna.." she muttered, not sure if he even heard her.

He groaned out, rubbing her faster as he felt his muscles tightening. He knew he was close but he could not let himself go like last time without her. That would prove she could overpower him, and he would not give in.
He whispered her name, or at least the first few syllables that he could amidst breaths. He was moving unbearably fast against her, and he could not hold on much longer.

She was already close to climax when she heard him try to say her name. It was the first time she had ever heard him use it, and she could no longer hold it in as she arched her back towards him, letting herself go completely as she reached her climax, screaming loudly before she kissed him deeply to drown out the loud noises she was making, as she felt him come with her.
She kissed him long and passionatly knowing this would most probably be her last time to ever let her lips touch his, she wanted it to last as long as she could make it, even if that was too short as well. Reluctantly she let him go and waited for him to get off of her.

He felt her muscles contract and these final sensations were enough to push him over the edge, and he moaned out as he finally let go. He felt her press her lips to his, and he kissed her deeply as he rode out the feelings running through him.
Relaxing, he lay against her, trying to regain his breathing. Trying to act casually, as if he was unphased by what had just happened, he eventually got up and off her. Looking down on her, he stretched and smirked. 'If you repeat that every once in a while your chances are looking up' he mocked. 'Of course, that all depends on how well behaved you are in the meantime. And if I continue to find a use for you.' He decided in his mind that as long as his fellow demons either mocked or tortured him he would have to resort to human company for times like these. If there was an alternative he would no longer feel the need to keep her alive like this.
He noted she was still on the floor, and he tutted her, as if telling her off for her laziness. 'I don't suppose we have the time to lie around like that' he said, already getting his clothes on again.

Miriam wanted to sigh as Rin got off of her, already missing the feeling of his skin, but she could not speak up.
She had expected him to say something overly annoying once they finished, she had been prepared for it, but that did not mean it hurt any less. For a split moment in time they had almost seemed to be getting along until he ruined it all.
As he spoke to her again she rose to her feet without a sound. She had nothing to tell him now, no mockery planned and no slick remark tugged up her sleeve. She had nothing to talk back to him with, neither did she want to at that particular moment.
Instead she simply got dressed in silence and walked over to the rubble to see if she could clear anything away.

He too planned to start moving the rubble. Since they had now done that there was something awkward between them, and he was eager to leave her company soon. He could already expect the mocking remarks of his fellow demons if they saw how pathetic he seemed, keeping her alive. But he was a man driven by actions, and her bodys use was most prominent in his mind. However this did still not remove the desire he had for her to leave his sight. He wanted to be surrounded by demons again, to re-establish his place.
Firstly however he checked on his weapons. The knife and waterbottle, long away from where they had been, making sure he was not stabbed in the side like last time. Placing the knife in his belt he walked over to her and the rubble pile, working in silence as he moved them away. He did not even try to speak to her, instead focusing on the task at hand.

They worked in silence for a while before a smile appeared on her lips as she came up with the ultimate mockery.
"You're cute when you're weak," she said, trying her best not to laugh, but it was too obvious she wanted to.
She conviniently took a step away from him as she said so, pretending to be clearing out more rubble on another side, but really she just did not want to be near him when he exploded, which she was sure he would.

He instantly dropped the rubble in his hands, turning around in fury.
Taking his knife out from his pocket he shoved her hard against the pile of rubble she was working on.
He stood over her, knife in hand, threateningly poised. 'What the fuck did you say?' he said through gritted teeth.
Not only was he infuriated by her use of the word weak, but she had called him cute, which he found repellant.
He glared at her, awaiting her to say one more mocking word.

Miriam's heart stopped for what seemed like an eternity as she once again had Rin touching her, though this time in a very different way. She couldn't deny that she secretly enjoyed his touch, even if this might mean her death. She supposed she had always been somewhat of a masochist, but this realisation surprised even her as she stared into his surprisingly close eyes.
"N-nothing," she muttered scared, but added a tiny self-satisfied smile to emphasis her previous mockery, knowing he had all too well already heard her words, and knowing how much they had gotten to him. She knew she had only spoken the words to annoy him, but she couldn't exactly take them back knowing that she had also meant them.

Her smile just confirmed she was not afraid, not really. She was just mocking him, and it was infuriating.
He braced both himself and his knife, fully prepared to slit her throat in an instance. In a rage he grabbed her by the shirt, about the cut into her skin with his knife, his face only inches away from hers, and yet at the last minute he stopped himself, instead throwing her back on the pile of rubble.
He walked away in an instant, furious at not only her but himself, and he kicked the wall to vent his frustration. Chucking the knife on the ground, he paced as he tried to calm himself.
As he walked back to her he glared. 'You are going to listen to me, like it or not' he practically shouted. 'Now doing as I fucking say for once and finish what you had started!' He gestured to the rubble. He wanted out- now.

She didn't dare breathing until he had walked away from her, and even then it took a few seconds to breathe a relieved sigh.
As he had raised the knife she had been sure that was the last time she would ever see the light of day, and the shocked expression on her face as he walked away was more obvious than any emotion she had earlier revealed.
She didn't push her luck any further, and quickly started the work again, not really minding. She was used to this, and far harder work as well. She some times eyed the bigger rubble she could not lift on her own, but decided not to try for a while. She would need Rin's help for it, and right now she was reluctant to ask anything of him.
However, after a long period of silence, she figured she might as well ask.
"Are you strong enough to lift that?" she asked, nodding over to it so he would know what she meant. She honestly did not mean to mock him this time, but the body he had chosen to possess did not seem like a body used to lifting big rubble or anything heavy at all.

He looked up at her, and then proceeded to analyse the piece of rubble. He had no idea what this body could or could not do. It was fairly agile in terms of ability, but he somewhat doubted that it would be that strong.
He decided to give it a try, but he was not overconfident, knowing this would only make himself look more stupid if he failed. 'If we both do so it seems plausible' he notioned.

She smiled, a hint of mockery, at his lack of strength, but didn't hesitate with putting her hands on the opposite side of the rubbled to help him. She tried it hesitantly, but found it wasn't as heavy as she had first thought, and was sure with Rin's help they could get it out of the way easily.
She smiled and nodded at him, signalizing she was ready, but she quickly stopped her smile, realizing it had lost it's hint of mockery and slyness. She was just smiling at him, friendly, and she would not have that. She refused to let him know what she really thought of him.

He realised he had to use more of his strength than he had intended, and yet he did not let on how much of a strain it was. They managed to move the large rubble however, and when they did so he instantly dropped it. As a result of the large piece moving a lot of the smaller parts fell through and down the stairs too, although much more was still left.
He moved away again, leaving her to work. He decided that there was no need to take part himself, and he was still furious at her.

She rolled her eyes seeing how furiated he still was, having to keep herself from laughing at how much her words had struck him. The more he reacted to her, the more it pleased her, knowing she had gotten under his skin.
"It's ok, you can rest now," she comforted him mockingly as he dropped the rubble.
"Wouldn't want to wear you out," she said, no longer being able to hold in her laughter, but quickly stopping herself as she started on the other rubble. Now that the bigger one was gone she couldn't imagine it taking too long to get out of here, though she wondered herself if that was even what she wanted. Perhaps not, but she still needed to. She had no idea how long she could keep pushing him without him killing her.

He threw some rubble at her in retaliation, showing his unamusment. However he could not deny that it wasn't true- his new form was weak and he obviously regretted this. Yet that did not make the work impossible, merely he chose out of laziness not to take part. She was working for him in his minds eye, and he liked to keep it that way.
Absentmindedly he looked across the Spire. The other entrance was now impossible to reach and so she would have to leave via the Entrance Wing like him. 'Going to be landing yourself right in the demon headquaters if we ever escape this place' he smirked. He had no idea if he was going to help her escape or not- he guessed that would decide on his mood and right now it was not looking favourable.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed as a rubble hit the back of her leg, and she turned around to face him with a small laugh.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to hurt ladies?" she smirked before getting back to her work.
At his last words her expression went blank however, though he couldn't tell as she had his back to him. She had thought about that for quite some time without ever finding an answer. A question was playing in her mind, and though she didn't believe he would ever say yes, she figured it was worth a try.
"Yup," she said, finally turning around to face him with a self-satisfied smile.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked lightly, as if it was granted he would help her.

'Yes and I was always the gentlemen' he smirked. 'However that doesn't mean I have to tolerate your insolence. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to be rude?' he added, knowing it would hit a nerve as she was only recently deceased.
He sighed, thinking about it himself. He didn't like the idea of leaving her to walk into a fellow demon's hands, and yet he did not want to help her in front of any other demons. He looked at her. 'And why do you suppose its my job to help you?' he said. 'If you are clearly so confident in your abilites to look after yourself then why don't you prove it?' he smirked. 'Unless of course you are actually asking for my help?' he mocked.

She shrugged. His words had hurt, but she was no about to show him that. Every time he showed a reaction to her words she had secretly won in her mind, being satisfied she had been able to provoke him. She would not offer him the same satisfaction.
"You might as well be useful for once," she answered his question. "There's a difference between being confident and stupid, as I'm sure you wouldn't simply walk into the rectory defenseless," she said and cocked her head, knowing the answer would be no.

'Of course, but who says you aren't stupid?' he smiled. 'So far all you seem to have done is throw away the few defences you have.. you would have stood a much greater chance if you still had your holy water, knife and exorcism, for instance, and let you handed that over to me in an instance. Maybe I should let all the other demons know that the way to weaken the humans is to fuck them' he smirked. 'Seems to have done the trick for me.'

"Seems to work both ways," she talked back laughing well aware of the fact he had just let her go after having her in a death grip.
"We both know you're going to help me," she said as she leaned back against the rubble with a smug smile directed at him.
"You know you would miss me if I was gone," she laughed. "Besides, even if not for being grateful of all I've done, maybe to regain what little respect and dignity you have left," she pointed out, though she didn't know how much he would care for that from a human.

'Why on earth would I want to dignify myself for you? The only people I want to respect me are those you are hiding from, and protecting you certainly isn't the way about it' he retorted.
However he begrudgingly knew in his mind that he would, or at least try and help her to make her way back. Maybe not escort her personally, but at least return the waterbottle. He laughed. 'Maybe I would be more willing to oblige if you just said please' he mocked.

He knew he was mocking her, but she immidiatly threw away the rubbled in her hands and walked over to him, sitting down right in front of him, only half a meter or so keeping them apart, which was closer than they normally got.
She moved herself another few inches closer to him and looked at him with wide, begging eyes as a hint of a smile playing at her lips.
"Pwetty pwease," she asked as she let her lower lip stand out in a pout as she cocked her head like a curious puppy.
The expression didn't last long before she bursted out laughing, not able to keep a straight face.