"I know." She replied with a small, sad smile. "I am not ready for that yet Azriel." He nodded then kissed her softly. He meant it to be short, and sweet, but that all changed when Zoe kissed him back with ferocity. He broke the kiss and looked at her confused.
"Well I think we are both too worked up to just stop," she explained while blushing. Azriel gave her a wolf like smile, and moved his hand down her body until his fingertips touched the waist of her pants. "Do you want me to repeat what I did the first night you came?" he asked in a husky tone. Zoe blushed harder, but nodded her head.
Azriel undid the button on her jeans with a flick of his fingers, and then moved in touching her through the fabric of her panties. He could smell her arousal, and knew she was already wet. He licked his lips enjoying the intoxicating aroma. He was lost in his thoughts until he felt her hand on his hip.
Zoe wanted to touch him, give him what he was giving her. She placed her hand on his hip not knowing what to do next. Azriel looked at her softly, and took her hand, and moved it to the button. "You do not have to undo it now." He said with a knowing smile. He knew she would figure out what to do on her own, telling her would take all the fun out of it.
He returned his hand to her pussy cupping it lightly, earning him a gasp. He could listen to her make sounds like that forever. He was just about to move his fingers underneath her underwear, when he felt her hands mover over his already hard cock. He groaned loudly, and moved his body against her hand.
Zoe was amazed at the fact she could get him to react just by touching him through the fabric of his pants. She bit her lower lip as curiosity took over and she deliberately rubbed the hard ridge with her palm.
Azriel growled lightly, then let out a loud moan; he did not realize she would be such a fast learner. Zoe smiled, liking the fact she could give him pleasure, make him moan. She rubbed him slowly as her free hand undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. She carefully slipped her fingertips in, and was soon greeted with warm, hard flesh.
Azriel closed his eyes as her small hand slipped into her pants. His demon let out a roar when she grazed his straining cock, and wanted to come out. Azriel kept him back, but it was hard, and it only grew harder when her fingernails explored his hard on. "Oh god!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her hand.
"Did I do something wrong?" Zoe asked, looking at him with concern. Azriel took in a deep breath. "No. The opposite, I guess. I am not ready for that yet." Zoe looked at him silently, waiting for him to explain.
"You see this form is only when I am calm. When I get excited or angry, I change into my true demonic form...I lose control of myself. Demons by nature are run by instinct, like the need to mate. If I change, I could hurt you," he said softly, not being able to look her in the eyes. "In my true form I am a monster."
Zoe pulled her hand out of his pants, then pulled him into a tight hug. "You have a good heart Azriel, and that proves you are not a monster," she said firmly.
Azriel smiled, and then kissed the top of her head. "We shall see," he said softly. "Until then, how about a shower, then we can retire to the study room, and read or anything you wish," he said with a soft grin.
Zoe smiled and kissed him softly, saddened that the moment was ruined. She was really looking forward to the pleasure she had experienced before.
After they took a shower they spent the rest of the day reading, and debating which book was better.
Dinner was full of lively conversations about whatever popped into their minds. "So tell me Azriel, tell me what were your younger years like?" Zoe asked with a smile. Azriel sighed softly, "Well I was raised by my father who is a great demon, cast me out of his house when I was old enough to take care of myself. I never knew my mother though. I know she was a wind demon, and they do not like to stay in one place for long. My father did not like to talk about it, so I never pushed it. After that I wandered the Netherworld, which is where we are now, until the sorcerer conjured me into your world."
Zoe nodded, fascinated by his story. "What kind of demon is your father?"
"He is what you would call a grand demon. He can do many types of magic and work with several different elements. In fact, being with my mother should have been below him, which is why I figure he did not wish to talk about it."
"So are you a grand demon as well?" she asked with a curious look in her eyes. Azriel nodded slowly. "Yes, but I am not pure, so that makes me a lesser demon in their eyes." Zoe nodded, somehow understanding what that must mean to him.
They talked until Zoe's eyelids could barely stay open, and Azriel scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to her room. He was about to leave once he tucked her in when Zoe whispered, "Stay...Please." He smiled, then climbed into bed, with her curling up next to her.
Soon all their days took on this shape. They would spar for an hour which ended most of the time in heated kissing and touches, in which Zoe learned how to please Azriel without his demon raging. Then they would spend the day reading books to each other, or watch a movie on the large flat-screen Azriel had in one of the many rooms of the house. They would eat dinner and talk until they both grew tired, and most of the time spent the night in each other's arms.
Somewhere in the darkness an evil force smiled at the increasing happiness Zoe showed. "Soon...So soon."
