The creature offers his hand and Elisa takes it, swept off her feet and into his loving arms, their lips coming together. He picks her up into a bridal carry and they leave the bathroom, the creature laying Elisa on her sofa and taking a knee before her. Big webbed hands slide down her leg and Elisa shivers at the slightest tickle of his claws along her calf; he grips the heel of her shoe and removes it. The creature clicks as he plays with her toes, eliciting a silent giggle from his love, and indulges her for a moment.

Elisa sighs and leans against the back of the sofa while he massages her feet, considers enlisting him to alleviate Zelda's ever-sore feet after their next shift. For some reason the idea makes her huff in laughter and the creature peers up at her, raising his brows.

With their eyes locked he presses a kiss to her knee and his hands begin a return journey up the length of her legs. Elisa bites down on her lip and watches his head travel up, up, up to her thighs. Upon reaching the top of her stocking he mouths the inside of her thighs, so close to where she needs him. Just when she thinks he'll put his mouth on her the creature switches to her other thigh. Elisa produces a noise, somewhere between a choke and a gasp when she feels his tongue on the juncture between her hip and thigh, inches away from her panties.

She reaches down to grab his head and bucks her hips, feels like her insides will combust when he actually laughs. God, she's created a monster. His wide-set golden eyes stare at her expectantly and desperate for his mouth she circles a hand around her chest signing, Please please please—

Finally his claws hook around her panties and pull it aside.

Elisa just about dies when he opens his mouth and the tip of his tongue presses into her. The creature pulls back slightly, just enough for her to see him extend his tongue to its full length. Elisa feels her inner muscles clench around nothing. She knows he has a very long tongue, but seeing it…

His tongue lavishes her, circles her swollen clit, the rumbling from the back of his throat vibrating through his dexterous tongue, sending Elisa's toes curling. The creature's hands grip her thighs and pull them apart as his tongue catches on her opening, slithers inside inch by inch. Elisa gasps and pants heavily under his ministrations, grinds her hips against his mouth, squirms at the sensation of his tongue twisting and stretching inside her. Oh, she's so close now.

The creature pauses a moment and unhinges his jaw to open wider. His tongue stretches out a little, and then – oh, Jesus! – it feels like there's a second mouth on her, and Elisa has just enough sense to realize it's his pharyngeal jaw gently working the inside of her pussy while his lips work the outside, it's so good so good, oh fuck—

Elisa's quivering legs spread out towards the ceiling and her back arches, mouth open in a silent scream, momentarily blinded by the force and intensity of her orgasm.

She comes long and hard on his tongue, so much so that for an instant he is worried adding his second jaw is too much when she convulses in his arms and goes limp. Elisa breathes heavily, and he brings his hand up to her chest and feels the thundering of her heart; his worry is relieved when she lazily holds that hand in her own. He waits for her folds to relax before removing himself from her heat, loathe as he is to do so, and lashes his tongue for a parting taste. He slinks up her body and presses his head to her breast, purring. She holds him close, fingers stroking along the small crests on his head.

He pulls away to look her in the face, happy to see the dreamy smile on her lips, and signs, Are you okay?

Better, she answers.

He returns her smile, nuzzles her neck and shoulder. Elisa cranes her neck back and he gladly mouths at her throat, tasting the faint sheen of sweat on her skin. He kisses the three scars and feels her cheeks flush, hears her moan silently and breathily. He notices her hands lowering down her body, towards the dark skins covering her, and gives her the space to do what she needs.

By the time Elisa has shed those skins he has marked her neck with his lips and teeth. She presses against his chest and he acquiesces. His love is now covered only by that black skin and she eyes him mischievously. He is not yet finished in his worship, yet will never deny her of anything. She gestures to the black skin and asks, Help?

Yes.

He kisses her, hands on her petite waist. This garb is more accommodating to his webbed hands than her other skins, allowing him to gently push it upwards. They are separated while it is pulled over Elisa's head; the skin is tossed aside and they embrace, Elisa sighing as her breasts press against his chest. She hooks a leg around his hip and pulls them closer together, leaning back to lie on her back. She rubs her wet folds up and down his revitalized cock and he moans into her mouth.

He feels her hands grab his backside again – he doesn't quite understand her fascination with that part of him but lets her enjoy it, rolling his hips in a circular motion. Taking his cock in hand he circles the tip around her sensitive clit, slides it through her lips, and presses it purposely against her opening. He has teased her enough. A thought crosses his mind; is she comfortable like this?

He raises his hands, palms up. Where?

Bed.

Elisa loops her arms around his neck and he cradles her against him, one hand on her back and the other cupping her bottom, and he walks them the short distance to the bed. All the while she sucks at his neck, marking him as hers. He lights up, pleased. He is always hers. All he is, all he has ever been, has led him to Elisa.

The creature doesn't lie her down on the mattress, instead continuing to hold her close as he climbs atop the bed and settles on his knees. Elisa looks into his eyes and he, in a tic he learned from her, quirks his brows. Now both hands are supporting her bottom and he rolls into her, an unspoken question in his eyes. Maybe he's feeling experimental? She locks her ankles together at the small of his back and nods.

Elisa reaches for his erection and helps him guide it to her, and soon he is hilted inside her. He takes a moment for her to adjust to how he fills and stretches her completely. Though the webbing prevents him from folding his fingers together, the creature locks his hands together under her backside and leans his upper torso back just enough to support her weight.

Then he begins.

Elisa's eyes roll back at the sensation, feeling every bump and ridge caressing her as he thrusts in and out. Her being on top has always made it feel like he penetrates her more deeply, and in this position it seems as if he has more leverage to move. The creature goes slowly at first, holding himself back enough to gauge her response, and then increases his pace. Elisa gasps sharply and throws her head back, her whole body bouncing with every snap of his hips.

The creature bends forward to lap his tongue at her breasts, sucks a hard nipple into his hot, hot mouth. Elisa's blindsided by a sudden climax and squeezes him with all her strength, the creature moaning as her walls squeeze his cock, and this makes him thrust even harder.

Now he places Elisa on her back, positioning them so the backs of her knees rest on top of his strong arms, hips angled to fill her completely. She rides out her orgasm like this and soon their rhythm spikes in intensity, the mattress creaking under them. Elisa takes the creature's face in her hands and he lunges into the kiss, her blunt teeth knocking against his sharp ones, tongues dancing feverishly.

She feels the growing bulge of his knot smacking against her entrance, feels another orgasm build up inside her. She keeps one hand on the back of his neck and her other grips the hard muscle of his bicep, urging him to go harder, faster. He growls and she clenches at the sound, the bed's metal headboard now knocking on the wall; Elisa entertains the thought of him fucking her so hard they break the bed.

He pounds furiously as if catching a glimpse of her thoughts, passionate noises muffled against her throat. The creature releases one leg and slips between her legs, and like a moth to a flame she watches; another climax seizes her just at the sight of her lower lips stretched obscenely around his thrusting cock, grasping for dear life every time he pulls out. Claws retracted, he works her hypersensitive clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible while his knot grows and grows…

He leans in and presses their brows together, each tasting the others' labored breaths while he chases down their next climax, the world falling away until all that's left is the two of them. They hold each other tight, body and spirit, coming closer and rising, rising—

His knot swells, tying them together and Elisa explodes in a euphoric storm, sinking her teeth into his broad shoulder, him howling his release as he erupts. Her insides are flooded with his warm cum, her grip tightening at the feel.

The creature groans as they switch positions so he lies on his back and her on his chest, and it takes a moment for Elisa to register the sensation of being slightly askew. She arches her back, noting that the headboard looks crooked now and they feel closer to the floor. Holy Jesus. They actually broke the bed.

She looks up at her lover and huffs a laugh at the almost dopey look on his face, one eye blinking slowly at her and the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth like Giles' cats sometimes do. Elisa rests her head on his chest and waits for their breathing to even out, realizing with wicked giddiness that her legs feel numb.

She does make a damned good witch.