A Match Made in Hell

"Thanks for this, John." Aria shifted uncomfortably as John locked the door behind them, fidgeting more than usual. "I wasn't going to ask. I know you need your rest."

"I haven't seen you looking this nervous since you first got here. And that was because you set a whole field on fire." John tried not to smirk too widely at the memory; Aria was already wincing just by having it brought up again.

"W-well, I feel a little silly. A demon, being scared of going to bed alone, and all that. W-we're supposed to be the things people are scared of…"

"You want people to be scared of you?" John smiled, leaning into Aria's line of sight. She twisted away with a playful scowl.

"No! The legends about incubi are bad enough already," Aria grumbled. "I-I just meant that I should be holding myself together better than this. I mean, I'm supposed to be confident, sexy, unshakable, all of that. I'm not even going to let myself sleep, so it's worse than being afraid of something. I'm afraid of being alone, that's like being scared of nothing. It's even more hopeless than I usually am."

"You are scared of something," John said. "Something that isn't going to happen. But it's still reasonable to be afraid that it might, after what you went through. Some people would drive themselves mad after an experience like that."

"Maybe I did," Aria whispered. "Maybe this isn't a dream, it's just what happens when you don't have any other escape."

"Hush." The word traced over Aria's cheek smoothly, followed by the sensation of John's lips against the nape of her neck. "No one here is insane. Well, except maybe the guy who fucked up his entire adrenal system for the better part of a week."

"I can leave if you'd prefer to sleep," Aria offered, not for the first time. "Or, um, or I could sit quietly! I know you're supposed to be resting, I wouldn't want to keep you from recovering properly. I mean, normally that would be a little boring, but I... I've got a lot of practice, now. Lots of time sitting in empty, quiet places…"

Aria **** an accompanying chuckle with the last few words, a meager tissue of humor futilely draped over a minivan-sized mound of trauma. John didn't laugh. He only smiled, letting his hands drift up and land tenderly over the subtle inward curves of her waist.

"I'm supposed to be resting, but I don't need to sleep. I had two days' worth of sleep already," John said, his form curling in on itself slightly as waves of remorse lapped at his core at the admission. "I just can't do anything too stressful."

"It would be better if you slept, though, wouldn't it?" Aria insisted.

"Maybe. But tonight, you need me a lot more than I need sleep," John countered, not stepping back from her.

"B-but I-"

"Ah, ah, ah," John tutted, planting a finger firmly on the blackened tip of Aria's pale nose. "You wouldn't want to argue with me, would you? I'm supposed to be relaxing. Arguing with a demon sounds like a very, very stressful time."

"Oh, that is so unfair!" Aria pouted, puffing her cheeks up at the same moment she stamped a heeled foot against the floorboards. "Y-you can't just-"

"Not to worry," John soothed immediately, **** to bite back a chuckle by the adorable expression she was making. "I already planned ahead, for once. I know exactly what I want to do tonight. It's going to help me unwind just as much as sleep, and you don't have to go anywhere. In fact, you're going to be actively involved with it."

A tiny noise escaped Aria's lips before she could control it, the very first utterance of whatever she'd been about to shoot back with. Then the gears began to turn, and Aria's expression rapidly shifted to a sultry, confident smirk – followed by a tentative, but resoundingly hopeful smile.

"Wait. You're not- ah, you don't mean-"

"I do," John rumbled in a low growl. He pressed even closer to Aria, letting the greedy vibrations pass directly into Aria's body. "I've been neglecting you for too long, Aria. I know how much you want this. Let me start making up for lost time."

"O-oh gosh. Maybe not- I mean, yes, please, but not if it's just because you feel bad for me getting trapped, or something." Aria's objection seemed almost painful to **** past her lips. Just the pressure of John's hips against her waist had brought a new light to her eyes, a slight flush to her flawlessly pale countenance.

"I was talking about all the other times you've tried to get me into bed, actually," John murmured. He traded in the bassy growls for a sultry whisper as he planted kisses down the nape of her neck.

"W-well, you're my Master... it's up to you when it happens. And what happens. Whatever you want to happen..." Aria made a token effort to remain confident, to hold onto her steady, self-assured air of control. But when John's teeth lightly nipped at the crook of her shoulder, her sultry tone shifted into an unsteady trill, and she wobbled for an instant in John's grip. "If you're still not ready, I don't mind waiting. I know it's important to you for it to be right."

"I admit I don't often jump straight into bed with someone, but if I hadn't been busy and worried for so long, I never would have lasted this long with your constant teases."

"R-really? Those were actually working?" Aria mused.

"You can read my emotions – don't pretend you don't know exactly what kind of effect you have on me." John's fingers were starting to bunch up Aria's dress near her waist when she stopped him with a gentle, unbothered touch. With no visible effort from her, the dress vanished as if it had never been there at all. The crimson and violet fabric simply evaporated under his fingers.

"Okay, fair point," Aria whispered. Her grin looked much more satisfied than it did chastised. "And I haven't even shown you all my little tricks yet. But, you know, even though I can feel it, it's nice to hear, so... you really do want me?"

"Mmhm. Normally, I wouldn't consider doing something like this so soon after what happened to you." The admission brought a worried twist to Aria's lips, but when John lowered his hands a little further to the shapely curves of her hips and gave them a firm squeeze, she was too busy letting out an airy moan to frown for long. "But you've wanted this since the day you got here. I'm not worried about you regretting this later."

"Are you worried about, uh, ooh! A-anything else?" Aria asked, her voice breaking when John's hands strayed to her backside and finally found out what her perfectly rounded backside felt beneath his greedy grip.

"Only whether you're going to need help walking by the time these next two days are over," John rumbled. Her body now bared to him, John's hands moved to Aria's front once more, forming themselves to the shape of her hip bones and using them as firm handles to pull her body more demandingly into his own. The dress had hardly been a barrier to begin with, but feeling the heat of her skin through his pants was a primal sort of satisfying for John. Letting her feel his rapidly growing arousal with even less of a barrier between them seemed to be even more delightful for Aria.

"Oo-ooh, that sounds promising," Aria breathed, her chest starting to heave a little. She was biting her lip when she turned back to meet his heated gaze. "So, do you have any fancy clothing tricks? Or should I do this the old fashioned way?"

John only smirked in response. He didn't trust himself to navigate his menus with her so close, and the look in her eyes said it was the right decision regardless.

Aria read the direction in his silence and slowly sank to her knees, putting her slender frame nearly level with his groin. Her ebony nails gleamed dully in the room's magical lighting as she worked the zipper down all the way. Then she got a wicked gleam in her eyes as she leaned in, closing her teeth around the waist of John's pants and giving them a deft tug. The button popped free on the first tug, almost without resistance.

"Been practicing that- well, a bit more than I should probably admit, honestly." Aria's smirk landed somewhere between pride and embarrassment, but she didn't let either get in the way of what she wanted.

As the undone fabric slackened and folded away from his body with a quiet surrender, Aria nuzzled her face between the parted panels, gently caressing the bulge beneath John's boxers with her delicate cheeks. Her breathing hastened further as she ground herself against his hardness, fingers trembling with raw desire as she carefully slipped them beneath the waistband of the final barrier.

"Been practicing this too," she half-whispered, as if speaking directly to his manhood. "But I wonder what the real thing tastes like…"

Aria slid the boxers down with the reverential care of a worshiper kneeling before the altar. John's erection twitched eagerly as the elastic band slid away, his jaw tightening slightly as Aria's ruby red lips dexterously remained frustratingly close to his shaft, but never touched it, even when it craned forward as his undergarments were slid away entirely.

"Oooh, I am one lucky incubus, huh?" Aria tittered, her eyes never leaving the head of his cock. She licked her own lips before ever touching him directly, the heat of her breath drenching his member with desperation. "This is gonna be fun. Mmm, don't worry. I won't keep you waiting any longer. Just bear with me... I've been waiting decades for this, I want to take my time, really savor this."

With that, Aria put her mouth to a more pressing task than mere conversation. Her lips parted as she leaned in, then her tongue swept out, circling the head of his cock in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her lips formed a tight 'O' around the tip as she leaned further in, letting her tongue reach all the way to the ridge of his crown. A passionate moan rolled quietly through her lips as she suckled him. The incubus held true to her warning, her tongue swirling in an almost agonizingly slow way, finding its way to slick and slide over every part of his manhood.

"Fuck, that's- that's gotta be the best first blowjob I've ever had," John breathed. His left hand clenched into a fist while his right planted itself atop Aria's head, pressing needily into her scalp, resisting the urge to press her forward and find out what she could really do.

Aria couldn't respond as she was, and showed absolutely no desire to pull back, but she did manage a coo of adoration as she continued onward. Her cheeks began to press inward slightly when her lips engulfed the head in full, a delectable tightness now encompassing the places her tongue had thoroughly explored.

As Aria moved onward, John's manhood slowly vanishing into the pulsating embrace of her throat, he noticed the shift in sensations as Aria worked. At times, her tongue barely made it past her own lips, while at others, it slipped nearly as far ahead as Yvara's tongue could. Sometimes it felt smooth and slick, gliding across his flesh to create slick, frictionless stimulation. Other times it felt textured, sending a delightful jolt through his lower half as he adjusted to the sensation. A few times it even grew firm enough to properly grip him, clinging to his member and giving it firm, muscular strokes, jerking him off with only her mouth.

"Holy fuck, you're talented at that," John whispered. He **** his hips to remain still, a daunting task given that all his instincts were screaming at him to thrust, to bury himself inside and find out what it would feel like with his cock sheathed to the hilt in a demoness' greedy throat.

Aria lifted a brow at the remark, then pulled back for the first time, working up his shaft a little more quickly than she'd gone down. She pulled away with a wet pop, letting her mouth hang open longer than necessary, giving him a brief look at the way her tongue and throat were pulsing as she slid off him.

"I will do anything you want me to, Master," Aria promised, a devilish glint in her eyes. "But no matter what you have me do, I promise this much - nothing that happens tonight is going to be holy."

Aria resumed her duty with renewed energy, descending on his erection with an almost frenzied enthusiasm. She reached the mark of where she'd left off in a single, greedy swallow, groaning with delight as she sank herself deeper. Her hands finally left his thighs then, one coming up to encircle the base of his shaft while the other took hold of his sack, cradling and lightly fondling the delicate orbs within.

Aria's tentative explorations took a backseat to accomplishment as she approached the final stretch. Her throat, now firmly embracing over half his considerable length, constricted loudly as she took in each of the last inches, squeezing and massaging him with an unholy **** that nearly took his breath away. Aria's throat may as well have been one long, all-encompassing tongue for the strength and flexibility on display. John could see the bulge in her throat, and the way that her body shifted with each sensational swallow around his rigid cock.

"Holy shit..." John whispered, both of his hands clenching into fists now as his entire body fought to stay standing, let alone stay in one place. "A-Aria, that's... that's incredible."

Aria pulled back a bit further than she had before, then gave one final push. This time, she didn't stop until her lips touched the ring of her own fingers. She gave her own hand a sloppy little kiss there, adding a little more pressure and a unique sensation around the bottom half of his shaft that made his knees quiver.

Then she pulled back and began to really work her magic.

Aria started with long, deep strokes, her head moving in an almost perfect piston motion. She bobbed back and forth in a steady rhythm that would have been hypnotic if it wasn't so overwhelming. Her tongue remained in near-constant motion, curling and swirling as she moved. With no need to breathe, she never stopped, never faltered, never altered her pace or pulled back to keep herself under control. The incubus was a machine, a perfect sex toy, and she clearly loved that fact. She hadn't looked so overjoyed since the first day she arrived; there was a kind of fulfillment and satisfaction in her eyes that went beyond lust.

"Damn it, I can't- I need this," John growled, voice dropping an octave.

His left hand finally unclenched, moving to join his right upon her head. His fingers gripped tightly around the base of one of her horns, giving him a second hold, a second way to control her. Aria moaned at the first touch of his fingers on the impeccably smooth surface of her horn. She paused her motions the second she felt his fingers squeezing down, and the incubus looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"You said anything," John reminded her, voice quiet, needy, but affirming. "That means you can handle it, right? You want it, don't you?"

Aria didn't pull back to respond with words. Instead she allowed her hands to fall away from his groin, releasing her hold on his lower half. Then she gave a throaty moan and closed her eyes, her body going slack save for the continuing ripple of her inner muscles working his shaft. John nodded at the needy call, taking a final check on his grip. He tightened his hold on Aria a little further as his hips steadily began to thrust.

Aria's practice had clearly paid off; her efforts in fucking her own throat on his shaft were exquisite. But there was a feral, blistering satisfaction to the feeling of using it himself, of pumping his full length between Aria's ever-pleading lips. The sensation, the sight of her face flushing in pure bliss, the way she responded to his motions as he slowly ramped up speed.

"F-fuck! Easy there," John growled. He'd been trying to hold himself back, to not batter and bruise Aria's face with his body. But each time he tried to restrain the last inch or two of his shaft, Aria would crane her neck forward, pulling against his grip not to escape the bruising thrusts, but to embrace them. "Fine. If you want it all, you- can- fucking- have- it- all!"

John was expecting her to object as he abandoned the consideration and simply hammered away at her face with all the lust she had instilled in him, but Aria did no such thing. She squealed. She screamed around the thick shaft plunging between her lips. She shivered and shook as each impact brought the soft skin around the base of his dick to collide wildly with her puckered lips. But there was no request for mercy, no attempt to pull away.

After releasing his manhood, one of her hands found its way to his hips, gripping him tightly and occasionally tugging herself along with the motions. A reminder, a threat, to begin throwing herself against his figure with reckless disregard if he dared to let up for even an instant. Her other hand was buried between her legs, working her slit furiously, two fingers buried all the way inside of her while she ground her clit erratically against her thumb and palm. She was being rattled around too much for precision, but the shudders of her body and the way her eyes were beginning to roll back led John to think she was well on the way to her own climax.

"You've been a very patient girl," John praised, caressing the top of her head as well as he could manage while continuing to jackhammer away at her soaked lips. "You're finally going to get it. You're finally going to get your first load from your Master. Let me know how much you want it, Aria!"

Aria let out a beautiful sound, something between a mewl and a moan. There were words in it, words John couldn't understand, words he had no need to. He could understand the desire behind them, the absolute joy and desperation that drove her throat to speed up its rhythmic contractions, practically milking his cock as he pounded away at her crimson lips.

"Good girl. Very, very good girl."

The words lit something in the incubus John hadn't seen before – or perhaps it was the absolute satisfaction that lay behind them which seemed to make her almost glow with energy. Either way, as John's cock began to throb and the first pulse of his release emptied directly into her waiting throat, Aria found a release that seemed to rival the one she was giving to John. Her muffled pleas and proclamations broke down into a puddle of broken whimpers, her knees trembling, the hand at John's waist holding on for all that it was worth while the other ground itself into her snatch with all the wickedness that Hell could conjure.

Their bodies bucked in tandem for an eternity condensed into a few frenzied thrusts, a shared cascade of pleasure that took all of John's strength to endure. His legs locked up, his entire body seized, and he saw both Heaven and Hell as he emptied everything into the rhythmic, pleading convulsions of Aria's throat. Then the tremors began to subside, and John's grip on her horn relaxed, allowing her to pull away at last. Aria didn't go without a fight, though - she stayed sealed around the base of his cock, lips working frantically to capture every single drop she could. Not until John began to soften did she finally relinquish her hold. Her tongue gave a few last, adoring swipes to John's cock before she allowed it to slip from her lips.

"Fuck," John breathed. He stumbled backward, landing heavily on the edge of the bed. "Aria. That was..."

"Master, I've been waiting to do that for decades," Aria declared, crawling forward on her hands and knees to press her cheek against his thigh. Her whole body was flush with color and heat, and her fingers were still coated with her own juices as she held them up to show him.