Wherever she dare to lay her hands? Horns it is then. Yuuko trails her fingers over the closest one to her, gently roaming over pointed edges. He's a very sharp pointy creature but then demons, in her experience, come in all sizes and shapes. If one were to label these sorts as attractive she supposes he'd fit the bill. Aku is not bad to look at that's for certain.
Of course... such thing will never be spoken aloud. Not now anyway.
She does make another sound as he brushes his thumb along her nipple. There's no biting back a feeling like that. A breathy little sigh escapes her as she attempts to reign in the ever stoic shopkeeper aura she likes to give off with customers. But maybe, just maybe, they're a little past that point...
"I think that greatly depends on your performance." Don't make her wish she was a corpse in bed, of course. But in these small little actions he's already proven to be capable of making this interesting. He didn't lay her down and just get it done with. There's traces of intimacy here. There are kisses and touches and his tentrials are slowly making their way up her leg.
This will be interesting and maybe even fun.
For his gentleness and care she spreads her legs open, just a little bit, so the creeping appendages can do as they please at his discretion. She can't pretend she's not a little bit eager. Not with the way the heat has gathered between her legs so suddenly. Not with the way her body is quick to wake from a long slumber and respond as any living being would.
Aku bristles internally at the first soft touch of her fingertips. It turns out that his horns are more sensitive than he'd realized and having them stroked is a strange and novel sensation. But despite his initial reaction, it's not at all unpleasant. He closes his eyes and growls softly against her neck, his breath hot and reminiscent of the scent of smoke and campfire. To say he's a bit touch-starved is something of an understatement. By now he thinks he has Yuuko figured out. If all her talk of balance is to be taken at face value, then he will get out of this experience what he puts in. If he gives a weak and perfunctory "performance", so too shall the witch. But if he gives in fully to the carnal desire for pleasure and passion, then she would have no choice but to join him. Only then would equal balance be achieved. Plus he enjoys watching her professional demeanor start to unravel and dissolve.
Turning her by the chin to face him, the demon bares his fangs in a devilish grin, "Then I will be sure to fill you full with life!" And in more ways than one.
Her thighs part a little wider for him as if to invite him closer with what he presumes is a wise sense of caution. He buries his tendril deeper, rubbing it along her inner thighs while its flexible tip strokes her delicate lips and teases her clit. Despite all his sharp edges, Aku's tentacles are thankfully soft and rubbery and capable of great dexterity. While his tendril plays with her, his hand cups and weighs her sizable breast, thumb continuing its maddening strokes around and around her nipple.
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Of course... such thing will never be spoken aloud. Not now anyway.
She does make another sound as he brushes his thumb along her nipple. There's no biting back a feeling like that. A breathy little sigh escapes her as she attempts to reign in the ever stoic shopkeeper aura she likes to give off with customers. But maybe, just maybe, they're a little past that point...
"I think that greatly depends on your performance." Don't make her wish she was a corpse in bed, of course. But in these small little actions he's already proven to be capable of making this interesting. He didn't lay her down and just get it done with. There's traces of intimacy here. There are kisses and touches and his tentrials are slowly making their way up her leg.
This will be interesting and maybe even fun.
For his gentleness and care she spreads her legs open, just a little bit, so the creeping appendages can do as they please at his discretion. She can't pretend she's not a little bit eager. Not with the way the heat has gathered between her legs so suddenly. Not with the way her body is quick to wake from a long slumber and respond as any living being would.
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Turning her by the chin to face him, the demon bares his fangs in a devilish grin, "Then I will be sure to fill you full with life!" And in more ways than one.
Her thighs part a little wider for him as if to invite him closer with what he presumes is a wise sense of caution. He buries his tendril deeper, rubbing it along her inner thighs while its flexible tip strokes her delicate lips and teases her clit. Despite all his sharp edges, Aku's tentacles are thankfully soft and rubbery and capable of great dexterity. While his tendril plays with her, his hand cups and weighs her sizable breast, thumb continuing its maddening strokes around and around her nipple.