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Comfortable

"So how does it feel?"

"Still...very strange," Kurando admitted, extending one hand slowly, watching its movement. "It's -- it's almost like still being me, but not quite. It...moves so differently."

"You're lucky," Yuri said. "She's very strong, and she seems to really like you."

"She -- you can tell?" Kurando looked surprised.

Yuri nodded. "Yeah -- she's giving you a lot of her power already, and you've barely met." He paused. "You...might want to practice working with her some, out of a real combat situation. Her strikes probably don't feel natural to you yet."

"No...." Kurando looked up at Yuri steadily. "You seem to have a lot of practice with them. Would you help me?"

"Sure." Yuri cracked his neck, unfolding his legs from under him and rising to a fighting stance. "We'll spar." He paused, centering himself, feeling through the roiling chaos of souls that lived inside him. Something almost human, something that he could still speak through, something /comfortable/....

He changed, felt the wrenching shift as his flesh changed to let the demon soul take form, as its spikes and armor coalesced along his limbs.

"I don't...I don't know that one," Kurando said, watching him closely.

"This is Nox," Yuri said, spreading his arms, taking a little bow. He smiled. "He's closer to human than most of the others. If I'd taken on Mahrae, or someone like that, I wouldn't be able to speak."

"Oh...." Kurando stared, lips slightly parted, and Yuri tried to ignore Nox's immediate, predatory reaction. The boy looked so vulnerable like that. "He looks almost like you."

"He is." More than I'd really like to admit, some days. "Your turn. Call her out. What's her name?"

"Tsukiyomi," Kurando murmured, stepping back. His eyes focused somewhere off in the distance, the light gathered around him, and he fused, limbs lengthening, curves filling as the goddess took him over.

Yuri found himself bowing again, found Nox smiling into Tsukiyomi's depthless, violet eyes. Nox had sharp teeth, Yuri remembered; his smile couldn't be reassuring. "Ready?" he purred, voice richer and darker with Nox's influence.

"Always," Tsukiyomi replied, her voice gentle and melodic, her feathered heels too light to even touch the ground. She gestured with one graceful arm, beckoning him close. "Come at me, Nox."

He laughed, balancing lightly on the balls of his feet, raising his hands into a fighting stance. "At you, and for you, lady," Nox retorted, grinning. He feinted, watched her move to respond, licked his lips -- and lashed out, a high arcing kick toward her head.

Tsukiyomi brushed the blow aside like it was nothing, following up with a surprisingly powerful strike of her own, chi flowing through her slender arm to lend weight to her attack. Yuri staggered, falling back, and heard Nox's voice laughing with delight.

"Nice -- ah, very nice." He raised his arms, settled himself back into his stance. "Now your turn."

They circled, feinted, traded blows as the sun went down, Tsukiyomi holding her own surprisingly well against Yuri-Nox. "Well done," Yuri panted, grinning as he held her off momentarily, trying to catch his breath. "See? I told you she likes you."

"You think?" For a second, that was almost one of Kurando's expressions on Tsukiyomi's inhumanly beautiful face. Then she smiled, all divine elegance again, and whipped a kick at his jaw.

Yuri snapped one hand up to block -- and Nox captured Tsukiyomi's thigh in both clawed hands. Her skin was yielding and smooth, soft as down, and she smelled like honeysuckle. Before Yuri had quite caught up, Nox was pressing his cheek to that sleek skin, black forked tongue flickering out to taste her.

"What are you doing?" Kurando's words, whispered in Tsukiyomi's voice.

Yuri made himself look up and meet her inhuman eyes. He opened his mouth to apologize, and Nox spoke for him again: "You don't want me to stop, do you?"

Lightning flickered in Tsukiyomi's eyes as she held herself still, her arms spread gracefully to balance her in midair. "You have no honor, Nox."

He smiled. "That's no answer, Tsuki." One armored hand slid up the inside of her pale thigh, fingertips just brushing the skin.

"Do what you will," she said coolly, yielding no ground at all.

Yuri gritted his teeth, wrested control back from Nox for long enough to ask, "Kurando? Is this okay?"

Tsukiyomi paused for an instant, a vulnerable expression taking over her features, the violet receding from her eyes for just long enough that something human could peer through. Kurando nodded once, short and sharp, and Tsukiyomi swallowed him up again.

Nox smiled. "That's what I thought, lovely." He reached out and brought Tsukiyomi's other leg up, stroking and encouraging, until her thighs rested on his shoulders. She felt weightless, light as the night breezes that buoyed her up, and when he nuzzled in toward the soft warm juncture of her thighs, she reached down and lifted her skirts out of his way.

His tongue snaked out and parted the golden down between her legs, tasting her, teasing her. She was nothing like a human woman, Yuri thought, trying to find some comparison for her strange sweetness. Like honey wine, perhaps, or -- ambrosia/, Nox supplied, growling with pleasure as he cupped her ass in both hands to hold her close and suck at the pearl of her clit. /The goddess tastes like ambrosia.

The sounds she made were inhuman, too, high and trilling like birdsong, like the coo of a dove. Her thighs flexed on his shoulders, her arms reaching out as though she could actually take flight.

"Mmn," Nox smiled, looking up at her, at the way her lips parted on each little sound, the way pleasure almost eclipsed the serenity of her face. She trembled, her breath hitching as the tension rose in her body, and Nox reached down with one hand to unbutton his -- Yuri's -- pants.

Even that felt bizarre, Nox's hand too rough and strangely textured, his cock sensitive in different spots, the pleasure too wild and fierce. He stroked himself, slowly, as Tsukiyomi reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair to hold him still. Her breath was coming faster, her little noises more desperate, as she came closer to climax --

And Nox pulled back, wrenching free of her grip, laughing. "Oh, not yet, pretty girl. Not yet."

She glared down at him, a sunset blush coloring her ivory cheeks. "What do you want, demon?"

"What do you think I want?" He shrugged her off his shoulders, shifting his grip to support her as he lowered her down against him. "I want you to wrap those pretty legs around me, Tsuki, and ride my cock."

Her legs were lean and muscular, flexing sinuously as she tightened them around his waist, and Nox hissed with delight. Wonder if your boy feels this good without the goddess riding him, mm? Should I find out, or will you?

Yuri gritted his teeth and ignored the demon's suggestions as best he could, sinking to his knees and pulling Tsukiyomi down on top of him. She felt like -- oh god, she melted around him, slick and hot, and her skin smelled rich and fragrant. He leaned in and bit down on the soft flesh of her throat, and she shuddered as his cock slid in deep.

"Now," Nox murmured, thrusting slowly, reaching down between them, "now I want to feel you come." His fingers found her clit, stroking insistently as he rocked his hips.

Tsukiyomi laughed, the sound musical and deadly. "You'd like to think that's all it takes, wouldn't you?" She nipped at his earlobe with tiny needle-sharp teeth. "A few strokes of your cock, and I should be shaking and moaning for you?"

Nox grinned. "Going to take more than a few, is it?"

"Far more, you arrogant prick," she cooed, arching her back, bracing herself with a grip on his shoulders as she forced the angle to change. "There," she demanded, pulling back enough to look him in the eyes. "Right there. Show me how good you are."

It was, oh god, it was good, fuck, it was a good argument/, that's what it was, against the idea that they were the same as the souls they fused with, Yuri thought, dazed by pleasure and wondering how Nox was holding on this long, because there was no way, no /fucking way, that Kurando was this demanding in bed, not that he had any way of knowing or wanted to but oh god this was so good it hurt/, only in a good way, and then Tsuki was making that beautiful trilling noise again and the air was /glowing around her, around them both, as she spasmed around his cock, and Nox still didn't fucking stop, amusement filtering back through his control as Yuri got ever more desperate for it, gasping and whimpering and it wasn't until Tsuki came again that Nox finally let go and then it felt like Hell's Eyes going off down his spine and it was better than anything, anything he could name.

Nox lost interest almost as soon as it was over, withdrawing by his own volition from Yuri's body. Yuri looked up, searching Tsukiyomi's face for something he could comprehend, some idea what she thought about all this, but her strange eyes showed nothing, her face as blank and unreadable as marble.

She lifted herself off him, though, and pulled back to kneel in seiza -- when had she started touching the ground? -- before she bowed her head and departed as well. Kurando swayed as he took control of his body back, slumping forward and catching himself on his hands.

"You okay?" Yuri asked, starting to reach out, and then not sure he should touch. "I know that...I mean...that really wasn't what I meant to do, you know, when we started all this, I..."

"Yuri." Kurando looked up, his face carefully composed, almost as cool as Tsukiyomi's, apart from the shock in his eyes. "I think," he said quietly, "that we should not speak of this." He placed his hands on the dirt in front of him and offered Yuri a reserved, formal bow. "Thank you for the lesson. I am certain it will be useful in the future."

"Sure thing," Yuri said uneasily as Kurando stood to leave. "I...good night." He watched Kurando walk away -- not stiffly, at least, not awkwardly, not /injured/.

The kid was so polite, so fucking /honorable/, he'd probably never mention this again. In the morning he'd act like nothing had happened. They'd go on with their crazy adventures and Kurando would call Tsukiyomi to fight when they needed her, and it would be just like everything was fine, except in all the important ways that it wouldn't be.

Which was better than having the kid panic and freak out, at least. But Yuri still didn't have to be comfortable with it.