Not so much

“Fuck!” Lavorra’s eyes have fluttered closed only for a moment, before she bolts up into a sitting position, hair in disarray.

“We already did.” Zeya moans from the floor. Her skin has shifted already to a rich blood-orange, slowly working its way back to red.

“You’re changing!” Lavorra squeaks, “They’re down there breeding magical daemon batteries! We need to go!”

She grips the stone desk to steady herself, attempting to push up off the ground.

“My legs aren’t working.” She whines. Her lower body is a mass of jelly. An extremely good ache runs from her womb to her toes - but now is really not the time for post-coital puddlyness.

“Give yourself a minute. Come on.” She feels strong hands on her shoulders, guiding her back down, and finds herself nestled in Skrain’s arms.

“You’re beautiful you know, even when you aren’t blue.” He has a boyish smile on his face that is most un-Daemon-like, and with great care he runs a rough finger over her jaw. “I’m glad I got to learn your name. I’m sorry I didn’t ask before. It was a… weird night.”

She feels herself blushing, along with that jelly-feeling spreading over the rest of her body. “Nooo…” she mumbles, batting at his tender hands, “Don’t be sweet… we don’t have time for sweet.”

“I’m enjoying it.” Zeya gurgles from behind her. “Besides I need a minute too. Let him be all sweet, just try not to swallow his dick again.”

Skrain blushes now, and Lavorra notices with a start that he is already hard again. Following her gaze, he quickly tucks himself back into his trousers. “It’s okay, it’s just -“

“A Daemon thing?” She asks, ever so slightly disappointed to see it go. She licks her lips impulsively.

He hangs his head, and she immediately regrets her words, reaching out to touch his cheek with a small, pale hand.

“I don’t know why. Daemon-blood never sat right with me. I don’t like what we are. Can’t help it a lot of the time though.” He looks up, meeting her eyes with determination. “I’m going to help you though. Whatever it is you’re here to do. I’m with you.”

She smiles at him. She could see the conflict in him the first time they met. His loathing at what was taking place, until they were alone. She can’t imagine what it’s like, being born the way he was, and where he was, but wanting to change. Her lips part, and she grips him by the collar, kissing him fiercely. He holds her close, as her tongue dances delicately over his sharp rows of teeth, meeting with his.

“Are you sucking his dick? It sounds like you’re sucking his dick. Just - just give me a minute and I’ll be right there.” Zeya groans, entirely ruining the moment as her own legs struggle to respond to her attempts to rise.

Lavorra rolls her eyes, planting a final kiss on Skrain’s cheek. “That ought to be enough to get me on my way. Help me up?”

He smiles at her, rising first, and then hoisting her into the air, hands under her armpits. He deposits her on the desk, and steps back to give her room to hop down. She sees a shadow pass over his face: the Daemon-blood within willing him to have her again. Then he smiles, in control.

“Let’s go.”