[22:47 PM]Eradiel: The instant that she scooted aside, he followed suit; retaking his position at her side, he slid his arm around her waist and cradled her hip in his palm, the warmth of his body tangible against her frame. "Are you worried about me, Princess?" he teased her, grinning toothily and playfully narrowing his eyes - the felid slits that comprise his irises contract and grow thin, and the look he gives her is that of predatory intent. "I'm only a lowly servant - your concern is touching," he coos, once again combing his fingers through her hair. His arm draws tight around her waist, and it's clear from the strength with which he clutches her that he does not intend to release her any time soon. A housefly that had inevitably escaped from the kitchen buzzes noisily and irritatingly overhead; Eradiel flicks his gaze in its direction, and the insect disintegrates in a puff of reddish smoke. "But you need not worry about me, Princess. The only one who could even harm me is your father," he explains, running his fingers along her side. "And he finds me too valuable."

He leans down, cranes his neck, and brushes his nose against the base of one ear. "How is your lunch, Princess? I made it for you myself." The demon's voice is a honeyed croon, but the insincerity of his tone shines through - if Ciren were older, wiser, more capable, she would've run for the hills, terrified of his perversely intimate insistence on being affectionate.[23:04 PM]Ciren Zankoku: Just as she was about to fork another piece of her favorite dish, she felt the looping of his arms around her petite waist. “Uh!” She grunted in surprise. This was.. very unexpected. It took her a moment to calculate just how much blood to fill her face with, but once she did, her complexion lit up like a sunset. “E-E-Eradiel! Th-this is highly inappropriate!” Her voice was hushed from fear of drawing attention. At this point, she was contemplating the boy’s mental health. Her back arched instinctively as he pulled her in close. What was he thinking? Honestly. “Wh-what are you talking about? How do you know my father? Y-you are.. a servant..!” Although that was his title, judging by his magic abilities he was not a mere peasant.

The intensity of her blush grew brighter; the sensation of his nose against her ear causing it to twitch and flick nervously, which may or may not cause him to sneeze. A quiet gasp escaped her lips. His attentions caused an unfamiliar tingling sensation throughout her skin. “Please, d-do not come so close.. “ Lightly trembling hands pushed delicately against the demon’s chest, urging him to distance himself without applying much pressure. She didn’t like this. The closeness made his scent all the more noticeable. He did not carry the scent of a human. What little experience the Princess had with supernatural beings told her this probably wouldn’t turn out well. “Please, before someone sees..”
[23:21 PM]Eradiel: He remained vigilant and determined, and even as she pushed and shoved against his chest he pulled her in closer, closer, until she was nearly pulled straight into his lap. "Oh, sweet Princess," he whispers, raising his free arm and drawing the tip of a claw along the pale skin of her cheek; his nail had been filed to a wicked point, and the slightest bit of pressure would draw blood. It was a testament to his self-control that he did not even scratch her. "You truly do not know where he found me?" The demon laughed, cradling her chin and jaw in his palm and fingers, cupping the lower half of her face in his grip. "Your father summoned me from someplace dark and unknowable and bound me to his service. In my realm, I commanded legions of thralls and ruled a kingdom..." His voice is soft and dreamy and faraway, and he tilted his head to the side as he spoke. "... and here, I wash dishes and prepare dinner for spoiled children." He pried open her jaw, tucking two fingers into her mouth to silence her, pressing them against her tongue.

"If I ever escape his service, this place will burn. But for now, I fear, I have no recourse but to obey. The contract to which I am lashed prevents me from bringing harm unto your father or his material possessions," he continued, forcing his digits deeper towards the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. "But there is nothing in the world to keep me from exacting my vengeance upon him otherwise." The demon grinned cruelly, his eyes glinting in the noonday sun. "And what better way to harm the father than by ravaging the daughter?" Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he gripped her cheeks in his hands and forced himself upon her, pressing his lips to hers and forcing his tongue down her throat - the appendage was thick, lengthy and forked at the tip, and he lashed it through the inside of her mouth with callous fervor.[23:23 PM]
[23:42 PM]Ciren Zankoku: Ciren’s perfect posture stiffened at the sensation of a clawed finger trailing along her delicate skin. Her eyes grew wide, fearing his intentions. His mannerisms were certainly threatening, though in a way she had never heard of before. His actions seemed affectionate, almost, as opposed to malicious. She listened to his tale while eyes scanned his features, looking for anything that might resemble the slightest bit of jest. Perhaps this was all some horrible ruse, or a demon’s bad attempt at a joke. Her teeth gritted instinctively, clenching the area he held in his surprisingly soft hands. This was absolutely unheard of. Never before had anyone – especially a servant – dared to touch her in such a way. The fright in her expression gave way to upset at his comment about her being spoiled. The poor thing was so very susceptible to what others thought of her.

“Umf..!” Her hands twisted into fists against his clothing. The look of utter disgust on her features was clear as day. Who knew where those had been?! The slick, pink muscle that was her tongue pressed against his fingers in futile attempts to remove the obtrusion from her mouth. One hand removed itself from his person to wrap around his wrist, carefully tugging. “Mmf..” Her whimpers of protest were quiet, but borderline whining. The further intrusion of his digits caused her saliva production to increase, accommodating for the foreign object nearing her throat. “Gh!” Her hot little throat convulsed at his touch, trying to reject his advances. Once he finally removed himself, she was left a panting and trembling mess. “Puh..” A trail of glistening juices connected her lips to his fingers until the distance caused breakage. But she could not rest for long, as she was almost immediately bombarded with another incursion. She grunted in surprise as his lips descended on hers. Almost immediately, she responded with a hard shove to his chest, forcing distance. “Haa.. h-how dare you?!” She cried, reaching a hand to her mouth as if he’d harmed it. “Monster.. h-have you any idea what you’ve done?!” She was soiled; her first kiss stolen by a beast.
[23:42 PM]Ciren Zankoku: [] That was longer than I thought it'd be.