Sleep is a Deadly Trap

'When we have so many humans to kill it in such a short space of time it does tend to disctract us momentarily' he smiled.
He inserted one finger into her, and then quickly followed with a second. 'You don't have to hold back' he smirked, noticing she was trying to retain some of her dignity. He sped up his pace to make sure she couldn't either. 'Of course if it hadn't been a while I woudn't have gone up here either' he said, still moving his fingers, curling them or rubbing- whatever got the best reaction from her. 'You could say that it was by luck I found you here.. but trust me, if I had a better offer I wouldn't and you could have slept in peace.' He mocked her now. 'But then we wouldn't be able to have this fun, would we?'
He suddenly sped up his pace- desperate to push her over the edge so he could get on with giving himself some pleasure. At this point he was practically grinding against her leg for relief, and frankly that was embarassing. He touched her breast once more, playing with her nipples in hopes that would help to speed things up.

She couldn't help it, but let her mouth open, letting out moans and gasps of pleasure. He was good.
"Lucky me you're so sexually unattractive then," she mocked him sarcastically between gasps once she was finally able to speak again.
She let her hands tighten in fists and unwillingly had her body arch towards him, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
She knew she should have been feeling fear, but all she could think about was wanting him to take off his top so she could feel his bare skin against hers. So she could feel his warmth completely, instead of just his hands and breath.

He grinned at the sounds and the responses her body made.
'You should remember what I am making you do' he teased, increasing the pace of his movements more so and looking into her eyes.
He watched as her face twisted with pleasure and probably, he assumed, attempted resistance to stop herself.
Quickly bored however, he decided to speed things up- hastily pulling down her pants and underwear to around her knees, leaving her exposed.
'You know what comes next' he said teasingly. 'You should be glad I'm being so generous with these last moments of yours' he added, still touching her. He was still clothed- he needed to make sure she wasn't strong enough to escape whilst he removed some.

Every possible feeling welled up inside of her at once. Pleasure, hatred, fear, embarrasment. But as their eyes locked once again all was forgotten, and she lifted her head to kiss his lips. Only after it was too late she realized what she had done.
There was no taking it back, and there was no denying what she wanted.
Her lips hungrily chased after his, wanting just a second of their soft sweetness if not more.

He wanted to laugh at how easily she had played into his hands. He always won in cases like this, and he knew it.
Kissing her back, with such a hunger, he removed his hands from her and reached once again for his weapon. He made sure his lips kept her distracted until the last moment, where he braced the blade against her throat again.
He smiled. 'Don't make any wrong moves' he teased, knowing he would have to momentarily move his weight off her so he could get out of his body's clothes. He sat up, still over her spread legs, and struggled with the belt of his pants. Eventually he could kick them away, and he leant forward to kiss her once more, dropping the blade to the floor.
There was now only a layer- his underwear- between them, and he couldn't help but release a groan from the added contact.
The blood rushing to his head made him hot, but his impaitence meant he hadn't tried to remove his shirt. Instead he took her hands and moved them to his own underwear. 'Take them off' he ordered amidst kisses, that grew more and more demanding. He made sure he had her firmly pressed down, so she couldn't make any stupid moves.

She gulped, still staring into his eyes, but she did as she was told without hesitating, quickly pulling them down as far as she could.
"Little impatient, aren't we?" she laughed, mocking him, though she knew she had already lost them moment she had kissed his lips.
After pulling his underwear down she let her hands drag his shirt a little up, so she could feel his warm upperbody. However, her trapped hands didn't get too far, and instead she let herself play with his hard member.

He let out a sudden groan of suprise at her touch, his body unwillingly bucking in her hands.
'..Don't' he hissed, refusing to let her control him. But he couldn't help his body, which was shaking with impaitence. He rested his head against her bare skin, gritting his teeth as he enjoyed the sensations running through him.
Feeling around her legs where his hand had been he found her clit once more, and harshly rubbed it in order to re-gain the control once more.

"Why?" she asked teasingly, with a somewhat sweet voice as she only let her hand tighten it's grip, moving faster.
"It seems to me like you're enjoying it," she mumbled, almost seductively, into his ear as she kept rubbing him.
When he started touching her as well she let out a big gasp of pleasure and once again pressed her body against his. She knew he was a demon, she knew it was wrong. How could she not when those pitch black eyes kept reminding her? But it felt so.. good..

He groaned and hissed, loudly, as she kept touching him. As her hands became more demanding so did his.
'Because' he said, but he couldn't get the words out.
He knew the way she was going he wouldn't last long however, and so he eventually moved his hands and prepared to enter her.
'S-stop' he murmered, referring to the movements of her hand against him. 'Let me' he smiled, clearing his head and making it obvious what he wanted.

She enjoyed how weak and powerless he looked in that moment. So powerless he could not even make out words. The tiniest hint of a smile lurked in the corner of her mouth as she watched him struggle. She did not even have to mock him, he had to know himself how he looked, but she couldn't deny she wanted it just as much as he did when he prepared to enter her, and so she let go of him instead.
"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed mockingly as she let go of him, watching him eagerly, waiting for what he would do.

He quickly entered her, not waiting a moment longer. He groaned out in relief and pleasure as he could finally feel what he had been missing for so long, moving in as far as he could.
Kissing her, focusing on his body's movements, and started to move his hips in a fast and erratic motion, breathing heavily in brief and sudden gasps or groans as he did. Even if she was a human- and he had to go to so much trouble- this was worth it.

She groaned as much as he did, letting the warmth and pleasure fill her body as he moved inside of her.
It was perfect, and better than she could have ever imagined. The tingling sensation in her stomach was back, and the goosebumps wouldn't let go of her. She didn't mind, it all felt amazing. There was just one thing missing...
"Can I touch you..?" she asked breathlessly in between gasps. She knew she was degrading herself by asking, but the urge to let her hands wander on his body became to much for her not to, even if there was only a slight chance he would allow her.
"Please?" she asked, sounding dangerously voulnerable and pathetic.

He kept moving, ignoring her question. Instead he wanted to focus on the sensastions his human meat-suit was creating, and enjoy them as they took him over.
He kissed her skin, eyes closed, as he kept moving. His hands outstretched to hold her hands down, as if that was a hint as to what his answer would be. She had already touched him once, and he had become.. weak. It was degrading enough to know it had happened once. No- this was enough contact for him.
He thrust harder and faster into her, trying to keep a grip on her hands as he did so, but inevitably moving in such a way that it became more and more difficult.

He had ignored her question, but although Miriam knew it was dangerous she still struggled to get her hands free from his, and eventually it worked. She let her hands quickly slide under his shirt, feeling his hard upper body against her palms, sighing with pleasure.
She then let her hands slide to his back, pulling his closer to her as she gently scratched his back with her fingernails.
She had already lost this game of his, she had already succumbed to him, and now all she could do was enjoy herself. And she did.
As she pulled him closer she lifted her head to kiss him passionatly, slowly letting her tounge run over his upper lip, teasing him, before she let her tounge play with his. Every sensation felt so wrong, and yet so wonderful.

He didn't have the paitence to stop her when she eventually freed her hands- by now he was entirely powerless and overcome by his body's response.
He felt her touch him, scratch against his back. He groaned in response, enjoying the gesture, and his hands trailed back down to her breasts so he could play with her nipples as they continued to move against one another.
When she kissed him again he grew frustrated as to how she teased him, and as she allowed his tongue to play with his he deepened the kiss instantly.
He closed his eyes in bliss, sweating from the fact he was still clothed. His body shook with every touch, yet he fought with it to make the feeling last. His willpower was stronger than any human body, but even then he could feel himself giving way at any point.

She moaned into the kiss, no longer resisting her urges. He might have felt powerless, but he had no idea the power he held over her in that moment alone. She had completely surrendered to him.
"Rin.." she whispered in a sigh, not sure why she found his name so intoxicating.
She felt the pleasure building up until she almost couldn't stand it any longer. For every thrust she only wanted more from him. She wanted all of him.

He couldn't hold back much longer. Already he was clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, but as he lost more and more control it was only a matter of time.
He could feel his heart beating faster- if that was even possible, and the pleasure building inside him 'til it seemingly burned his core.
Just as the girl muttered his name, he let out a sudden moan of relief, his muscles all simulataneously relaxing as he released into her. He still kept moving inside her as he rode out his orgasm, his eyes closed and his breathing deep.
His head was restng against her chest, his body prawled out across her. He hadn't even waiting for her, or even really recognised her prescence in those last few moments. He had only felt the soaring sensations of relief.

Miriam gasped as she realized he had finished, and quickly she opened her eyes wide, realizing what was bound to come next.
She had to make a run for it, she knew it, she just didn't know how. Her arms were searching the floor feverishly to find something to help her, anything. Her hand landed on the weapon he had put down and she didn't hesitate a second before she grabbed it and quickly stabbed Rin's side with it, pushing him off of her as she ran.
On the way she grabbed her bag and blade, not daring to loose them, but her top she left. It was already ruined, and when her life was on the line she didn't want to risk going back for it.
She pulled her pants up quickly and ran down the stairs to the hallway.

He had barely recovered, his eyes still closed, when he felt the agonising pain of his own weapon in his side. He fell back from her instantly, his eyes clouding over. His body had still not regained his strength, and he could barely sit up to see her leave, let alone chase after her.
He had made a mistake based on the fact he had let his body's human instincts took over. And a second of Alastair's weapons he had stolen was now gone.
He cursed out loud to himself, slowly standing up, the pain still strong. He saw his hand that was pressed to the wound was now covered in blood, and there was now a small amount on the floor.
Gathering his clothes he quickly got changed once more, pressing her top she had left to the wound to limit the blood flow. He knew this would be relatively soon- he had grown to learn demons healed extremely fast.
He smirked at her bra on the floor- so she had run topless away from him. He considered taking it with him, though that would involve explanations. Instead he left it, placed in his own blood. He conisdered this a vague enough warning, as well as a reminder.
Turning to leave to checked to make sure no human was there to finish him off. He quickly left the Spire, down the stairs, hoping as soon as he was on the Ground Floor that no one would bring up his wound.