The night was barely visible. All one ould hear were the soft sounds of the night; animals, insects, the wind int eh trees...and two people (well, a demon and a human girl) not quite making love, but not exactly raping either. And fucking would have made the moment seem rather crass as he slid into her. She could feel only the immediate area surrounding Crush and her. She could feel his heat mingling with hers, the sounds of hips meeting a small bottom, slick noises of a sexual organ pumping in and out rhythmically...

It truly was a rather sensual moment.

Persephone could only see his silhouette in the near darkness and had to feel for him to figure out what was where. Her touch was light, curious, but not at all invasive. She was just exploring his body in the dark. Her soft hands brushed up his chest, feeling out the scar she had seen on it earlier, but had made no comment about. They traveled up towards his neck, stroking it gently a few times before caresing his strong arms.

Her kiss wasn't chaste, but it wasn't exactly the stuff in pornos, either. She slipped him her tongue and kissed him softly, massaging his tongue as her hands moved about his body and he slid in and out of her body.

Everything about this girl was soft...her skin, her touch, even from the inside, she was such a comfortable young woman to touch, and be touched by. He smirked into her mouth as she touched him, running her hands down his chest, her small fingers trailing along his scar. It jogged his memory slightly, of the clash that had created that scar. It sent a frigid shiver down his spine, and a flash of heated anger into his muscles, his biceps clenched, as if being strong now would take everything that had happened back.

He then felt her soft tongue press into his, her hands going to his neck now, warming away his shiver, calming his anger. The demon felt himself fall back into that previous state of sexual desire, and physical content. Her hands slowly ran to his arms, good things to hold onto if things got wild. He kissed her back, taking solace from his past in her, in her gentle ways and her warm body. He let her do as she pleased with his tongue...for a few moments, then pulled away. He looked down at her darkened form, as he was sure she had looked up at his. He slid deep inside of her, adding a small clock-wise rotation to his hips, so she could feel every inch of him.

He let out a heated breath, then got back up to speed, all this thinking and remembering had caught him offgaurd, and led him astray from what he had truely intended to do. And that was fuck her, without remorse...

Wasn't it? He sped up to a nice, snappy beat, really digging himself in deep, to drive any sort of questions of his true intentions out of his mind.

When he tensed a moment there, she was scared that he might lash out at her and do her harm. But he seemed to relax when she stroked his neck and hold onto his arms, kissing him softly. She wondered, at the back of her pleasured mind, if something was troubling him, but when he broke the kiss and subsequently sped up, thrusting into her hard and deep. She moaned softly, temporarily distracted by the sudden spike in physical pleasure of feeling every inch of him.

She held on tight as he pounded into her and she dazedly looked up into his silhouetted face. She could barely make out his eyes amongst his other features. She locked her gaze with his for a few moments before pressing her lips to his neck and kissing it up until she trailed his lips up to his ear. He had seemed remorseful somewhat before...apologetic though he said nothing and did his best not to give anything away.

"I forgive you," she whispered into his ear. It was like absolution, whether he wanted it or not. She didn't mind at all what he did to her. And if he got angry from this, she would take the consequences.

He smiled to himself at her tiny moan, coming out from the darkness. Her hands, grasping at his arms as he took her, every one of her little reactions he noted, as best as he could in the darkness. He could have had his eyes light up like before, to see her. He didn't though, he liked the darkness surrounding them, it would have ruined the atmosphere if they could see each other again.His eyes shifted as she got closer, watching her dark form lean up into his neck, her lips on his skin now...

He closed his eyes, trying to elicit more moans out of her, feeling her tighten up around him here and there. The demon had felt her working her way up his neck, but paid little mind. That was, untill she had whispered into his ear. The first time either of them had really said anything during this little session. He opened his eyes, getting a good view of her neck. I forgive you...

He smiled to himself, feeling his heart warm for a moment. "Thanks.." He seemed content for a moment, then a wicked grin came to his face. "Let me really make it up to you.." He slowed for a moment, then began to slam his hips into hers, fucking was the word now. He leaned in and kissed her neck, feeling her body shake with every powerful thrust into her. Two tendrils slithered their way out of his sides and wrapped around her ankles, pulling them up into the air, pulling her waist up, closer to his. The wet sounds of sex became louder than the crickets, it was their turn to listen.

Persephone let out a loud, almost shrill cry as Crush really started to fuck her over, going as hard and fast as he could. Her legs were repositioned, held and supported by Crush's tendrils. This angle made for slipping and sliding into her wet pussy that much easier on the dmeon and she moaned and cried all the while. For other girls, this might be scary and even painful, but Persephone found pleasure in the thrill of having sex with a lust-filled demon. It was exhilerating!

The large cloud finally drifted away, the breeze clearing it away. The moonlight shined though, illuminating them and the path they had been on. He smirked at the look on her face, now that he could see it, their hips met with a loud slap, he was really in balls deep. He looked directly down to where all the action was. It was a nice contrast, his somewhat dark crimson skin, compared to hers, which was a healthy white, a creamy white. He suddenly slowed down, letting her get a good look as he fully pulled out, then fully entered her again, moving almost painfully slow compared to a few seconds ago.

"Which would you prefer?" He said, implying that she knew the question. He figured he already knew the answer, he just liked to hear his little victims say it.

Suppose she did know what he meant; then what? Would the demon do as she asked or simply do as he pleased in torturing her this way? Of course, he could mean the question in a less sexual context, but the chances of that were slim at best. But gods...she didn't know which was worse in her current situation. On the one hand, the pink-haired girl certainly did not enjoy being somebody's fucktoy whenever they pleased, to take and cum inside (or outside if they peferred seeing their victims messy as Hell) whenever they felt like it.

On the other hand...

Persephone, after being taken forcibly a few times, found that--despite the really rough treatment by some monsters--she actually liked having her brains fucked right out of her and she had yet to meet anyone--human, monster or otherwise who could successfully screw her so much she'd actually pass out without her waking up a few moments after. Nobody had ever gotten that far with her.

So, feeling a little devil may care, she thrusted out her hips, pushing herself down to meet him quicker.

"What do you think?" she asked, a little smirk on her lips.

Watching her shift up, getting him deeper he couldn't help but smirk back. "I think we get along alittle too well." His tendrils slowly let her legs to the ground as he looked down to her. He placed his hands at her breasts for a moment, squeezing them, his smirk became more pronounced. "I also think, its about time I showed you what a real orgasm is all about.."

He grinned and suddenly leaned in close, his hips starting to get back up to their previous speed. "This whole day, you've just been letting yourself fall over the edge with slight coaxing, like a timid little girl! Even on top, you lack real passion!" He started to thrust faster at this, getting himself somewhat worked up. "Any kind of passion at all! Love or hate, you have mixed feelings about me. Do you love the pleasure I'm giving you? Do you hate how I desecrate you? Tell me! Scream for more!" He twisted her nipples, their waists slapping together wetly as they rutted on the ground. Leaning in closer, near her ear, he whispered; "I can give you so much, you just need to take it from me..."