Sebatide Hughes didn't quite catch Roy's words.
In the grinding sound of neck bones healing, he instinctively thrust his hips, only to be slapped hard.
Crack, some bone that hadn't healed properly dislocated again.
Roy leaned over to kiss the furrowed brow of Sebatide Hughes, letting her fingers, slender and gentle, stroke through his damp black hair to the base of his horns.
"It's okay, I'll say it again." She repeated her earlier words softly, "Do you remember now?"
Sebatide Hughes breathed heavily and erratically, his eyes sharp as needles staring at Roy.
In fact, he couldn't really see her face right now.
Being a Devil, Sebatide Hughes had no concept of shame, nor did he find the current situation embarrassing. He only felt pain, pain entwined with pleasure, a howling hunger and loneliness in his heart, while his body yearned for more tender caresses.
He wished to be kissed, touched, tasted.
He wanted deeper, more intimate, more fused interactions.
