QQQ: I need a faovr

The outpost was quiet as a tomb, the occupations either asleep or watching for danger. Which sometimes came from the inside. The hallway outside Izzy's room was humid, like she'd brought Hell straight into the outpost. Luce was taking a nightly round like he did frequently. Often he would try and find out if Izzy wanted to play a game of chess or something. After they had returned from Hell, the two had formed a bond. The half-demon moved through the halls towards Izzy's room, having the distinct feeling he was being watched.
He felt the heat sweltering around Izzy's doorway before he felt a hand on him.
Luce was inside the room and the door slammed shut behind him before he had much chance to breathe. Hands rested on his chest, forcefully pinning him to the door. He blinked a few times, looking down at the owner of the hands. "Izzy...?"
"I need a favor," the black mage said, her voice low. Her black hair was mussed, her normally expressionless eyes half-glazed and hooded.
"Izzy... what's going on?" He asked, lifting his hands to cover her's. She growled at him and released him, stalking away and then back.
"I need you to help me," Izzy said finally. He finally noticed that it was furiously hot in the room and she was dressed in a black tank top and extremely short shorts.
Sweat beaded her skin and she kept chewing on her lip.
"If I can, I will," He said, smiling gently. Her presence calmed him, even if she was pacing like a caged animal. She nodded, shoving her hands through her hair.
"Well?" He prompted, taking a step forward. She skittered away, circling around the large bed that dominant a good part of the room. Izzy shook her head, black hair flying. Luce tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at her. She'd never dodged around the truth with him before. The woman was as blunt as humanly possible. "Izzy, tell me what's wrong,"
He commanded, taking another step closer.
"No! Don't touch me," she hissed, inching back.
This situation was familiar for some reason. Then it hit him. He'd spent time in his grandfather's home in Hell. Some of the women had acted similarly around him because they hadn't known him. And when they were trying to avoid actually going into a mating, they immersed themselves in heat and hid out for nearly a week. Lucian had told him that a demoness who was in her mating season tended to steer clear of men that they didn't know well. He'd been at the outpost for some time and he'd yet to see Izzy go into such a thing. He eyed her carefully, watching her eyes flit from side to side, seeking escape. "Izzy, I won't hurt you, I promise," Luce said, inching closer.
"Don't!" She cried, flattening herself against the wall. For some reason, the petite black mage had forgotten she could use magic. He flung himself at her, seeing her eyes that she had just remembered that fact. His hands slapped against the wood next to her head, making her jump and her eyes go wide, her magic forgotten.
"Izzy," he crooned, his larger bulk overshadowing her's. He ducked his head down, the top of her head barely coming up to his chin went he hunched down. He whispered softly to her, "Do you want me to touch you?" He could almost hear her thinking, her mind going quick as a flash.
"Yes," she managed to whisper back, a fine tremor going through her. His demon half growled in triumph at her answer, wanting to see her shiver for a different reason all together. He lifted one of his hands, brushing his fingers through her dark hair, tucking one of the strands behind her pointed ears. Tracing the shell of her ear, Luce watched Izzy's head fall back and her eyes flutter closed. He grinned, showing a bit of teeth and pressed his lips to her's in a firm kiss.
He created phantom hands that stroked up and down Izzy's torso, barely brushing her breasts before drifting away again. He toyed with her mind, hardly realizing, or caring, that she wasn't furious that he was invading her thoughts. A third hand slipped down her belly, stroking her through her thin shorts.
The woman in his arms moaned, and he let the hands vanish. Tugging her away from the wall and into his arms, he stroked his fingers over her, knowing her flesh was super-sensitive from the phantom hands and that the touch of real hands might have some interesting results. Izzy hissed against his mouth, pressing herself flush against Luce. He ran both his hands down her back to her thighs, lifting her up. He spread her legs, one on each side of his hips. Her eyes opened, staring at him needfully. He took a step forward, pinning her between the wall and him. She gasped softly and he grinned, his eyes glinting in the low light. He dipped his head, nuzzling her throat. Izzy's head tilted and he scrapped his teeth across her pale flesh, drawing a slightly frightened noise from her.
He growled against her neck when she shifted, her body brushing against his groin. He stilled her hips with a commanding touch and nipped at the shell of her ear, "Tell me to stop." He felt her neck vibrate under his lips as she growled at him. He laughed softly and brushed his fingers against the sides of her breasts.
She clenched her fingers on his shoulders and whispered, "Don't stop." He nodded and pushed the tank top up slowly, splaying his fingers over her belly. Luce lifted his head, looking at the woman in his arms. A ghost of a smile drifted across her lips and she murmured, "I trust you."
"Izzy..."
"Don't..." She said, touching her fingers to his lips. He licked her fingers and pushed her hand away, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss. She responded in kind, holding on to him like her lifeline.
He hissed when her hands slipped under his shirt, stroking his skin. His skin heated under her touch and Luce felt his control slipping away with each caress. He pulled away from her mouth, stripping off her top without much trouble. He stayed her hands when she went to strip him of his clothes. Instead he pulled her tank top over her head, dropping it on the floor. Luce covered one of her breasts with his left hand, his mouth going to close over the other. He flicked his tongue against her nipple, closing his teeth over the hard peak. She moaned, cradling the back of his head to keep him there. He inched his head back, blowing cool air across her skin, feeling her shudder.
His demon half growled again, commanding him to take her immediately. Luce hissed back at it, keeping what precious control he had. He shifted his attention to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Izzy squirmed, rubbing herself shamelessly against him. Luce grinned, giving her flesh one last lick before lifting his head. She looked at him from lust glazed eyes. He knew that she could only take so much more before she jumped him. Izzy leaned forward, kissing his lips softly. She trailed gentle kisses down his jaw to his neck, nipping at his skin there. He hissed, feeling her needle sharp fangs grazing his skin. Izzy returned his growl, seizing his neck none too gently between her teeth. Her teeth sunk in, seizing a good part of his neck.
Luce held her against him, groaning softly as her tongue and teeth attacked his neck. She bit harder at the noise, drawing blood. He tightened his hold on her, liking that she'd drawn his blood a bit too much. As she licked the blood off his neck, the feeling smashed his control to bits. Tearing her away from his neck, he held her easily with one hand, shredding her shorts with the other. He kissed her, nipping and sucking on her lips, swallowing her gasp of surprise. He stroked one finger over her clit, felting her body shift away slightly. He grinned at this knowledge and pinned her to the wall, rubbing his thumb firmly over her clit. Luce ate the sounds she made from her lips as her body shuddered and twitched. He managed to get himself mostly under control and continued to torment her body.
He ate another sound from her lips, caressing her wet and swollen flesh with agile fingers. She squirmed helplessly against his hold, making small sounds as he touched her. Izzy's teeth caught his lips and he growled against her mouth, shoving two fingers into her. She whimpered, clutching at him and pushed her hips towards his fingers. Luce grinned against her mouth, and removed his fingers, adding a third without warning. A yelp hit his ears and he heard her plead for him to stop and he murmured against her lips, "Do you really want me to stop?" He shoved his fingers in her again, and she shuddered in response, her fingers clenched tightly on his shoulders.
"No," She whimpered, her voice oh so quiet.
"Good," He growled, removing his fingers from her. But the feeling of hands stayed on her flesh as a phantom hand continued to stroke her. Hands held her captive against the wall as Luce sank to his knees. He ran one finger down her slit, pushing it slowly into her. He saw the muscles in her legs twitch as she strained to get more contact with his hand. He ran the flat of his tongue against her clit, and she moaned for him. He moved his finger slowly in and out of her, torturing her with quick touches of his tongue to her clit. The sounds she made caressed his ears and he felt himself getting harder as he listened. He took his hands away and created a phantom cock to fuck her at an excruciatingly slow pace. She writhed against the wall, whimpering. He spread her lips, running his tongue over her clit again. Her breath caught and he heard her murmur please. He closed his teeth over her clit, biting it lightly. She screamed, her body jerking involuntarily. He imaged that the phantom cock and the sensation of his mouth on her must be maddening. He could sense the moment of her orgasm was close and relentlessly bit and sucked on her hard clit, listening to her sounds of pleasure. When she came, he left her hanging there.
Pleased, he watched her chest rising and falling rapidly as she road out her orgasm. He stripped off his clothing, and moved between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed at him questioningly. He brushed the head of his cock over her sensitive clit and she gasped, her eyes closing again. "No more, please," She murmured, her voice glazed over as she started to come down from her orgasm. He stared at her, spread out for him and grinned. He shoved every inch of himself into her, feeling her spasm around his length. She groaned, and clenched around him tightly.
"Take it all. Feel me deep inside you," He growled, barely keeping still.
When she finally met his eyes, he pulled out until only the head was in. Holding her gaze, he thrust into her until he was flush against her again. She let out a little scream and covered her mouth with one hand, muffling herself. He pulled her hand away and grinned. "I don't think so. I'm going to fuck you hard and make you scream, Izzy. I want to hear you scream as I pound you," He said, shoving his cock in her over and over.
Each thrust touched the end, and she screamed, writhing against him. She came all over him, and he growled, the sensation of her coming on his cock making him only fuck her harder. "That's it, come all over me, Izzy," He said against her ear, rocking his hips against her.
When he felt his control start to break, he stopped, gathering her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him deep inside her. He carried her to the bed, and set her on it. He forced her legs up, hooking them over his shoulders. She let out a startled sound as the angle changed, forcing him deeper in her. Bracing himself over her and fucked her even harder than, forcing her into a tight ball. Her screams continued and he felt her come again. With his control fraying, he reached between her legs, rubbing his thumb over her clit. He heard her mumbled god no before she shuddered and moaned for him. Luce flicked her clit, forcing her to her last orgasm before his control broke and they came together.
Luce rested on Izzy as she took shuddering breaths against his shoulder. She nipped his skin and he growled at her. "God, Izzy, I don't think I can do it again yet," He said, lifting his upper body to look at her. The black mage took another breath and watched him lazily.
"Thank you," She said, pulling him down for a kiss. He kissed her possessively, cradling her face in his hand.
"You're welcome," Luce said, slowly withdrawing from her. He saw her shudder and smiled. He lay down next to her and pulled her to him. She snuggled against him, closing her eyes. He wasn't worried. She would need another favor fairly soon, and he was looking forward to it.