hellmouth cuddles

//hellmouth cuddling

[Cuddle] //tooltip: Hold her for a while


Despite this girl's obvious demonic features--and you've certainly no desire to put any part of you near that razor-lined, all-consuming mouth of hers--it is with shameful reluctance that you move beside her, letting your desire for companionship win out against [if (low corruption) everything you stand for|common sense]. Panic flits across those unnatural red eyes as you [if (singleleg) tower|stand] over her, though she seems to calm down slightly when you [if (hasweapon) put away your [weapon]|lower your fists] and whisper reassurances to the fallen girl. You've no desire to hurt her--if she behaves, at least--and you make it perfectly clear that she <i>will.</i>

She nods nervously, brushing strands of abyssal-black hair off her face, and come to think of it, that's the only thing healthy-looking about her. The way her silky--or so you can only assume--cascading locks contrast against her sickly-gray skin, so thin that you can map out every drop of her tainted blood, is positively bizarre, yet strangely intriguing. Her eyes seem to flare with interest as you [if (isnaked) stretch and|remove your [armor] and] reveal yourself, [if (hascock) immediately drawn to your hardening [cock]|roaming over the entirety of your [if (race is not goblin or demon or human) un]familiar form [if (isgenderless) and pausing curiously as they reach your featureless groin].

But that isn't why you're here. You need to hold someone, feel the unnatural, fiery heat of her skin against [if (has skin) your own|your [skindesc]] as you seek out what little solace you can find in this inhospitable land. The freeing hope that even two lost souls might find something in each other's arms, even for a fleeting moment.

The demoness trembles as your fingers run along her soft flesh, tracing out the path of her veins. Perhaps she hasn't seen mercy for so long that even this act is too much for her, because those piercing red eyes follow your every move as you lie down beside her, gently taking her in your arms and holding her close. It's even hard to remember she's not human as her heart beats against your chest, steadily slowing down as she relaxes in your grip. And her hair, in fact, is as soft as you imagined, wondrously silky-smooth under your fingers as they tease through it and massage her scalp.

She must like it, whimpering into your chest as you pull her tighter, reveling in the heat and softness of her body. If you closed your eyes, forgot about her taint, all about that ravenous maw, you could almost imagine her as your lover, warm and sweat-slick against you as you stroke her hair.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. No, [if (low corruption) that's too far|you want something different today].

Yet when her ashen skin [if (isfluffy and gray fur or pc has the same skin tone) blends seamlessly into|contrasts sharply with] your own [if (isfluffy) fur] as you watch her gentle breathing, enjoying how she seems to relax further each time your fingers dance across her back, it's hard not to get a glimpse of the person she once was, desperate to feel like someone's there for her.

And you are right now. Sure, you'll have to go soon, and the next time the two of you meet it'll be under less peaceful circumstances, but that feels like an eternity away as she lies next to you, plush and comfortably warm in your embrace. Maybe she'll remember everything she could have had and toss aside all the violence--the gnashing teeth and those inner flames--and make a new life for herself in the crag.

She burbles in disappointment when you release her, her fiery eyes pleading for you not to go as she tries her hardest to snuggle closer, but you can't stay here all day. You have your own [if (children at camp) family|if (non-slave camp followers) friends|home] to care for, and with a whispered good-bye, you [if (not naked) dress yourself and] head back to camp.