Breaking the surface - Breathing - Drowning

this story is written in three parts (breaking the surface, breathing & drowning)... a little something between PWP and something with a plot from Neuro and Yako... I guess I need to rework the codes...

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Breaking the surface

« Aaaaaaaaah… this pleasure… » the female culprit trashed around, the eyes almost white, saliva dripping from her mouth as she trembled and shook from excitement and pleasure. Yako could see with disgust the fabric between her legs become darker and a darker. The culprit moaned and cried as something rippled through her body making her bend her legs and arms until all of her was in a posture just as much alluring as repelling. Preferring to see the demon face of her fake assistant Yako turned her face towards the handsome demon. It was hard to see any emotion in that monster’s facial traits but she had learned to see the faint difference in the eyes. She could see the predatory hunger for his reason for living as he lunged forward. As always the spectacle of the multicolored mystery disappearing into that huge mouth of his was a sight to behold.

With a little sight she turned towards the door. Her job was over and the rest was up to the police. The criminal had been a though one, seeking pleasure from deceiving others, to the point of orgasming as Neuro had pointed out her crime. It had been three years since Yako had been working with the demon and she had gotten used to his weird methods and to the pain that came with it. She didn’t really mind it as much as she had done before and especially today since she was so tired and didn’t care at all anymore. However, her turning away made her miss the puzzled glint in the green and black eyes.

Very intriguing. Neuro found this extremely intriguing. He was used to have as much as no shouki at all to breathe on the surface but the scent this woman had emitted right before he had consumed her mystery had had such a resemblance to it that it had felt like a fresh gush of air to him. The culprit had seemed to feel strong emotions, so strong that it had made her almost lose consciousness. Once again he noticed his obvious lack of knowledge in certain domains of the human nature. He grinned to himself as he imagined himself slowly torturing and teasing Yako until she would spill the beans. Carefully thinking about the Tools of Hells he would threaten her with, he watched her back as she walked a bit ahead of him.

Compared to him she was still petite and frail like a child but the years had changed her from a simple high school girl to a young woman who often complained about the load of work from university. The hair had gotten slightly longer and thanks to Akane’s advices it was shiny and glittered like spun copper in the sun, dancing softly to the wind. Her way of walking had something floating to it, as if she had no weight at all (despite all her eating she was really a leight-weight as Neuro knew from experience). Neuro caught himself being surprised that they were already before the building were the humble Demon World Detective Agency was, he had been too absorbed in watching his so-called master.

As they entered the room, which hadn’t changed much in the last years except for new bookshelves were Yako kept records of all the cases they had solved, some renewed furniture and faster computers, Yako dropped her belongings onto the couch and slumped down on her desk. While the computer hummed softly as it started up she tried to remember where on earth she had put the last box of rice crackers and opened with a lazy hand the drawers to find them.

“You already ate them, mouse.”

Barely startled by the voice and the nickname she had gotten as an upgrade from ‘louse’ she gave her routine answer:

“You sure?”

And Neuro didn’t answer as usual. Knowing that he spoke the truth she gave up the search and lifted her head from the desk.

“Is there anything left?”

Without replying Neuro just opened one of his drawers and pulled out a box of biscuits, tossing it with a careless movement to his partner who was glad that the food he gave her never came with the usual strength that would have smashed her against the wall behind her. With one hand she moved the computer mouse and started various programs while she skillfully opened the box with her other hand. As she began tying various things into the databases where she kept track of their cases, of their (usually rather psychotic) criminals and the persons involved as well as a database about the different things she discovered about psychology in her cases, the biscuits disappeared one after another into her mouth. Just as she was about to put some names in the slot for the sickness, she stopped as usual. It was still rather hard to put a name on those things she would just grasp with her mind. With a sigh she stood up and looked through the shelves with books until she had found some suitable books. Slumping down onto her desk again she ate some more biscuits and began looking through them. After half an hour she had her results and began typing.
She did all this, completely unaware of the gaze of the monster following her.

Just as Yako stretched her arms over her head with a moan of satisfaction, her hands bumped into the chest of the man leaning dangerously close. She shrieked and turned around or rather was turned around by the demon. Their noses almost touching the demon had his big grin plastered all over his face. Yako knew that such a grin in front of her never meant something good and she leaned back as much as she could, which was rather a useless thing to do since firstly there wasn’t much space to lean back and secondly, Neuro just followed her movement. Hypnotized like a mouse before a snake she could just stare at the lips parting just before her, showing the sharp teeth and hear the low voice ask in a playful way:

“Neeeee, SEN-SEI, would you tell me what happened to that woman?”

Yako blushed furiously at the thought of having to explain that and tried to wriggle her way out of this:

“Eerm… well… as I said back there… she was having pleasure from –“

“I know that, mouse, I’m not deaf. Tell me what was making her thrash around like this!”

The voice had changed back to the cold and commanding tone. Yako was now as red as tomato, if not redder. There was no way she could explain an orgasm to that demon.

“Well?”

Neuro’s face came even closer, almost only a millimeter away from hers. Yako couldn’t stand this sudden closeness and yelled:

“I CAN’T TELL YOU!!! JUST LOOK UP ‘ORGASM’ ON THE INTERNET!!!!”

Panting Yako slipped down from the chair to the ground as Neuro released it. While she was still recovering Neuro just stood there and seemed to scan his memory for the word ‘orgasm’. Having recollected herself, she hissed at him:

“Never. Ever. Do that again! You hear me? One more second and I’d have…”

The realization of what she would have said had she continued made stop right in her tracks. But it was too late. Neuro, sensing some new information, leaned down to her again. With a light push of his hand he laid her flat on her back, towering over her and bending down to recreate the same situation as before.

“You would have what?”

Desperately shaking her head and stuttering about some silly figure of speech Yako tried to dissuade the demon. But those green and black eyes transpierced her wordlessly, showing her that he knew that she was telling a lie, until she gave in and told the thruth:

“… I’d have kissed you…”

It was rare for Yako to see genuine surprise in his face and this time it was topped with a following outburst of laughter. Neuro drew away from her and sat on the ground next to her. He laughed almost helplessly, covering half of his face while Yako just stayed where she was and stared at the ceiling. Between two bursts of laughter he managed to say:

“(lol)… I expected … (lol) … anything but that… (lol)… anything but that… (lol)”

Yako – still blushing – muttered slightly annoyed:

“It’s not that funny. YOU came so close to me… had I moved my head, our lips would have met. This is all your fault!”

“Oh really? Who was it that didn’t want to tell me what I asked?”

“You… you wanted to know such a thing!!! … It… It is NOT something one… talks about!”

“Oooooh… is that so?”

Yako didn’t answer. It was not like she had ever won such arguments with him and she knew now when to stop before things got ugly. She sat up with a sigh of resignation. Neuro was weird today, there was no other explanation. It was better if she went home now in order not to get involved with some silly things or experiments. With a quick side glance she made sure that the demon was still thinking right now and didn’t pay much attention to her. Quietly she packed her stuff and shut down the computer but just as she wanted to leave her desk, the thing her eyes met when she turned around, was the torso of Neuro. Automatically she looked up to his face.

Thus their lips met.

Neuro had bent down to her and placed a kiss on her lips with the easiness of a player. In a moment of eternity they just stood there, the lips interlaced in a chaste kiss. Her bag fell down to earth as a pleasurable feeling of warmth spread from her head to the tip of her toes. With shaking hands she helplessly placed upon his chest, she tried to get a grip on reality but those lips made her forget everything. Everything but her human instincts. The moment Neuro opened his lips slightly to lick at her entrance she drew back, feeling already the faintest bits of acid painfully etching her skin. With a faint moan of pain, she passed her fingers over her lips, letting out a sigh of relief when she found them to be intact, only a little bit swollen.

“What was that supposed to be?”, she asked after a while of a little staring contest between them.
Neuro was looking from his high place down to her with a smug smirk on his face, blocking her way to the door.

“A kiss.”

“I know that. But why?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me, so I kissed you.”

“I thought you knew nothing about such stuff.”

“I don’t know about the human way but I was called quite proficient at such things in hell and no matter where you are, a kiss is a kiss.”

“Then why did you have to ask me about that woman?”

“As I said, you lousy mouse, I don’t know about the human way of such stuff. Female demons do not react that way.”

“Well, human either. She was something completely abnormal, most people would react differently.”

“Then I’ll have you orgasm for me.”

Silence fell upon the room as Neuro’s words left his lips. Yako could just stare at Neuro, her brain close to overworking. Not only had they kissed and she had enjoyed it (until the acid part) but they had been talking about love or rather sex and now he asked her to orgasm. She tried to come up with a decent answer or at least something that would make sense but failed completely. Just standing there and staring at the face of the handsome demon she could only manage to shake her head in rejection of this sudden order. One eyebrow on Neuro’s face went up, signaling his slight irritation. Her throat was dry and her voice resembled more a crow’s when she managed to speak.

“Why?”

“I want to know.”

Again they were silent, Yako cursing herself for asking since this was such a typical answer for the demon. Still in thoughts she didn’t notice Neuro coming closer until he was again right before her and threw his arms around her. She shrieked and yelled into his chest:

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Her body was locked into a cage of flesh that no iron or weapon could truly harm and her punches and kicks didn’t really help. His hands wandered over her body, his strength greatly retained but still, to Yako it almost hurt. While he still left her jacket whole as he glided it down the scrawny arms as well as the skirt that pooled down to floor a split second later remained untouched, he lost patience with the rest and just ripped her shirt apart. The sound of the fabric ripping made her shriek in terror.

“STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW! STOP!!!”

“Orgasm for me and I’ll let you go…”

The demon seemed completely unaffected by what he was doing and continued to explore her body.

“Where are the sensitive spots?”, he mumbled to himself.

Almost automatically Yako pressed her tights together in a reflex protection reaction and crossed her arms over her breasts since the bra that had shared the same destiny as the shirt. Unfortunately this lead Neuro immediately on the right track. The strength in his hand and in her tights were nowhere close and Yako felt helplessly the big hand of the man touch her most intimate area. She wriggled and wiggled around, searching for a way out of his arms despite the knowledge in the back of her head that she stood no chance at all.

Neuro sighed somewhat exasperated and picked her up so easily as if she was just a feather – that was actually her weight to him. Almost throwing her into the sofa were she remained in a sitting position, the mind slightly dazed by the speed of the events he gripped her wrists and tied her hands on the backside of the couch with some demon tool. Placing one knee between her knees on the edge of the couch in order to keep her legs from closing he used again his demon tool to chain her feet to the ground, leaving her completely exposed to him, legs spread widely. Way too shocked to say anything coherent she just shrieked and cried ‘NO!’ here and then, shivering in shame and despair.

Yako had never felt such terror and also had never been this exposed at the mercy of an unfortunately rather sadistic man/demon. She just wanted to wake up and think that this was a bad dream but the sight of the demon kneeling before her and coming closer to her core called her back to reality. The gloved fingers traced the outline of her outer lips through the thin fabric of her panties with a bit too much force that would have tolerable before destroying the useless barrier with a flick of his finger and she squirmed, embarrassed and flushed red. Neuro turned his attention to her breasts, squeezing them in a rough manner and pinching the nipples. An ugly taste of iron filled Yako’s mouth when she bit down too hard on her lips not to cry out.

“So this is where you humans feel the pleasures of flesh…”

Neuro didn’t seem to pay attention to Yako’s pained expression and just continued on with his exploration of Yako’s folds that to her own horror slowly became more swollen and wet with her own juices. When his finger flicked against her clit, she moaned involuntarily, giving Neuro a hint of where to concentrate his attention, which he did immediately. But being a demon with a monstrous strength he couldn’t judge on how much to use and almost crushed the delicate flesh, had Yako not cried out loud.

“NOOOOO!!! IT HURTS! STOP IT!! PLEASE!!!”

Neuro stopped and looked at the face of his assistant. Cascades of tears flowed from the hazed eyes over an aroused flush and he could see the red blood flowing from a little cut in the lower lips. He knew that something had gone wrong and since this was in the way of his research about humans, he had to deal first with this interference. With one hand he grabbed the jaw of the weeping girl and turned her face towards him.

“What’s wrong?”

His tone was by no way very caring, just inquiring about what he could have done badly. But Yako couldn’t speak a word. She just wanted him to stop. Her tears wetted the glove and she gave up with her body sagging down and opposing no resistance to whatsoever would happen to her. If Neuro were to kill her now she wouldn’t have given a damn. Said one understood that he wouldn’t get anything out from her, he decided to change his strategy. The binding spells came undone and he picked her up softly, sitting her in his lap as he sat down on the couch. Supporting her with one arm and trailing his fingers over her lower body up to her breast where he enclosed the right on with his hand, he bowed his head down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, on her closed eyes, on her tears and finally on her lips. With each kiss the limp girl seemed to come back to life.

Yako could feel the surprisingly soft lips trailing over her face and this unexpected attention made comforted her. She wanted to respond to this touch by arching a bit up to be closer to him. Her arms moved on their own and soon her hands were grabbing his neck and hair. It seemed that Neuro had learned from what had happened beforehand during their first kiss and carefully kept his lips closed, holding back his acidic saliva and the sharp teeth. His mouth wandered further down, exploring every corner of her neck and staying dangerously close to the thin skin that covered her carotid, sending shivers along Yako’s spine. Her swollen eyes were still shut but her breath was mixed with some faint moans and gasps and Neuro continued to touch her relentlessly, concentrating now on her breasts.

“Please… be… more gentle… you’re… too strong…”

Finally Yako had managed to voice what was going wrong and immediately the pressure lessened a bit. But it didn’t lessen in passion, no, soon she didn’t know a spot on her body Neuro hadn’t touched or kissed. Neuro came again closer to her intimate area and he took her right hand into his own and whispered softly with his commanding voice:

“Show me how you do it.”

Yako eyes flew open in surprise but before she could resist this her body developed a mind on his own and slipped lewdly with his hand intertwined down to her core. Using his fingers she massaged the area around her clit, slipped up and down her wet slit. As she moved the thin folds of flesh around her clit, sounds that she thought would never leave her lips in his presence escaped freely and breathlessly while her body arched lewdly into the touch. Her mind was too clouded with lust and hazy irrationality to truly notice how and when Neuro had changed their positions. She was now sitting with spread legs on his knees, showing him her back. As she leaned back, resting her head against his chest her hands let go of herself, leaving the field to Neuro.

Neuro was amazed. Humans were truly fascinating. At first his assistant had been so reluctant and resisting that it had been annoying but now she was a puddle of goo in his hands. And what he had hoped to be true seemed to happen. The scent that was emanating from her was definitively shouki. Not some similar scent but the real deal. It enveloped her like an alluring mist but it was not yet there where Neuro wanted it. It had to be stronger to be of any use to him. Suddenly he felt something pulling at his free hand that had been just holding her hips and he looked down. Yako was trying to get his other hand to work her too.

“In… side me… you…”

Her lust crazed words wouldn’t have much sense to Neuro had she not grabbed his index and middle finger and guided it to her entrance. He felt his fingers enter a tight, hot and dripping wet tunnel of flesh. Judging from her body that arched into his touch and begged him to enter further he guessed that this was where humans joined in their charnel pleasures and began slowly to pump his fingers in and out of her, still retaining his strength as much as was necessary. Only when between two loud moans or gasp Yako cried out ‘HARDER!’ he sped up and added a bit more of power. Doubling his efforts around her sweet spot he sent her to the border of the edge. He could almost breathe the air surrounding her skin covered in a thin film of glistening sweat. In a senseless craving for release she pulled on his hair, gasping and moaning his name before he, with an almost evil smirk on his lips, thrust one more time hard into her, making her cry out shudder and curl her toes as the intense wave of orgasm rode over her. She slumped down into his embrace while he sucked the air around her, savoring the shouki that exploded from her body. The taste of her fluids on his gloved fingers he had pulled out from her twitching hole tasted like liquid shouki to him and he passed his fingers several times through her slit, making her shudder helplessly every time he even only grazed her clit, to lick the delicious juices.

The fog in Yako’s mind was as thick as clotted cream and of an equally pleasurable feeling. Her body was heavy and seemed to melt into Neuro’s strong arms. A twinge of regret flashed through her mind as she was unloaded from his arms but the cool feeling of the leathery couch on her heated skin was soothing and delicious. Her breath was short and fast but as she calmed down and finally managed to comprehend her surroundings, it quieted down too. Yako searched for the man/demon who had done this to her and found him on the ceiling. For an eternity the naked woman and the demon stared at each other, each of them barely hiding their hunger in their gaze though their hungers weren’t exactly the same. To Yako it was the first time a man had made her feel that much with only his fingers and not even using his tongue – she was by no means a virgin, too many drunken parties at the university had their price – and she wanted more of that, even if said man was a demon and her chef. To Neuro it was the first bit of shouki he had had in (human) years since he had quit hell for the human world. His situation was the same as the one of a diver without any equipment who had found a source of air far beneath the ocean and he wanted more of it.

The moonlight basked the room and painted slivery shadows on the white skin of the naked young woman. Her slightly open and bruised lips looked as red as cherry and would have invited any man passing by. The coppery hair was spread out like gold on the black leather and glided like silk as she sat up slowly, arching her body towards the demon. The thin and elegant fingers stretched out to the ceiling and almost immediately intertwined with the wet gloved fingers of a large hand. Human and demonic lips met in a kiss so chaste that it was sinful.

The night had just begun.