Log; Complete

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When; August 2nd [impromptu curse day]
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Kenso {rune_demon} & Senza {mighty_senza}
Summary; Affected, Kenso propositions her fellow Rune Demon.
Log;

She’d come to meet Senza, and she wasn’t quite sure if she was nervous or not.

Kenso did pace, however, felt the squirmy uncomfortable feeling between her legs that made her almost hop a bit, the clip clop of hooves on the garden path, before she sat down and squirmed there instead. She wasn’t quite sure- some people said a curse… was this a curse?

Maybe it was, but was that bad?

The rune demon wasn’t quite sure, absently petting at the smooth horns that curled around the soft ears that had become more sensitive with the sudden onset of her season.

… This was weird.

>>>

Senza had started out more than a few times in the direction of the gardens, each time not making it as far as he might have liked. The idea of Kenso acting like she was, talking about mating of all things, was too weird for the ice demon to even process.

He crossed his arms over his chest, letting the ice build in the air around him as he walked through the humid streets of the City at evening. It was a nervous habit he had yet to break and one that he stifled as soon as he got into the center of the garden where he had asked her to wait.

"You're here. ... Good," he said, simply, awkwardly.

>>>

She nearly jumped, tried not too, really, but still, the clicking off her hooves on the stone when she turned quick to face him, fidgeting, face somewhat flush but more like a blush.

“H- Hi, Senza.” The goat demon stuttered, fidgeted again with the bracers on her arms, the hilt of her sword. She wasn’t sure what to say- what to do-

>>>

She wasn't naked, but it didn't help the fact that just with the way she acted, she seemed so completely exposed compared to how she usually was. Senza glanced away, glad that his hands were trapped, crossed over his chest, to avoid any chances of his fidgeting.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back with me to the rune?" he coughed, resolutely fixing his eyes on a thick spanse of hedge.

>>>

“… We, ah-“ Kenso followed his gaze, considering almost, to herself. Back home, this hadn’t been hard at all. Season came, season went, and everything was fine. Of course, the past… she couldn’t remember how many years, but years, she hadn’t even had a season, since she’d been among humans and not demons, but… here…

“Can’t do… it in there.” She twitched, sharp fingers fiddling with her horns again, running through the downy mane of gray-down hair, hooves clicking light and fast.

>>>

"I just..." Senza grit his teeth. Feelings, love, compassion, sharing any of them with the rune mistress and her demons seemed stupid, even if they were open enough about them themselves.

His nails, close-cropped and carefully managed, dug against the thick black material of his armor-lined garb. He just couldn't do this. It wasn't right. How could he even tell if this was a curse, anyways?

"I want to be sure you want to." It was stupid, he berated himself, but he had to live with her. Sleeping with her wasn't something he could decide to do so easily.

>>>

“I…” She looked at him, really looked at him. He was… she couldn’t even say, usually, if he were attractive or not, he was Senza. But… he was, she supposed. Not the same type of demon, no, no horns, no hooves, but…

“… Are you cold?” The goat demon bleated out suddenly, holding out her hand. “If- If I touch you are you cold?”

>>>

Senza hesitated, the cold around him spiking as his eyes fixed on her extended hand. It was tempting, more tempting than it should have been. For the gods' sakes, it was just Kenso, after all. It wasn't as if she was...

"I can adjust it," he finally admitted, gruffly, letting the temperature rise again as he took her hand into his own.

>>>

A small smile grew on her face and she squeeze gently.

“Warm.” She commented, almost laughed lightly, and fidgeted again, stepped closer. She wasn’t sure what she was doing so much anymore, it was almost instinctual. Kenso stepped a bit closer, worn, calloused fingers running over his hand.

“… Senza-” Every time she started to say what she wanted, her thoughts derailed and distracted.

“… My, ah- Legs…” She shifted awkwardly, drawing attention to something of a personal awkward point for her. She saw the looks most humans gave them. “… They don’t, um… throw you off?”

>>>

Senza hesitated, for once actually looking down at her legs, inverted and, well, different from the legs of the humans that so often surrounded them. It wasn't something he paid attention to, though. Demons weren't like humans in that regard.

He shifted his grip on her hand, all but rolling his eyes at the thought of it, "No, they don't. They make you more... demon." It was an odd compliment at best, but he delivered it with a vague smile.

>>>

“… Ah.” She smiled, shifted awkwardly, and stepped close, so that their noses were almost touching. She regarded the other demon a moment, a semi-serious look on her face, before she blushed again, fidgeted, and squeezed harder on his hand.

“My horns won’t get in the way, do you think?” Kenso cocked her head, carefully watching the tips of the bone on either side of her face, careful… careful…

>>>

Senza frowned, pulling his hands free as he reached up to wrap his fingers around the bases of bone. They were dangerous, indeed, like a naturally created chastity belt. But, he wasn't exactly not interested in seeing what it would be like.

He leaned closer, letting his lips brush tentatively over hers.

>>>

She was almost shocked, stiffened, unused to anyone touching her but Lady Urara, and even then, that was nothing like this.

It felt almost weird, to know he was holding her head there, could see his fingers on the goat’s horns that curled from her skull but that was no where near as interesting as the feel of his mouth.

Awkward, unsure, Kenso pressed back mere slightly, shyly, a small noise in the back of her throat, hands coming to rest lightly on his chest, along the ridges of the mawlike line down his chest.

>>>

Sex had never been a particularly big point on Senza's mind. Demons, known for their long lifespans, didn't have the natural urge to mate on a very regular basis, leaving the ice demon with less of a sexual drive than his human counterparts.

What was offered to him was something he had only vaguely considered before this. He brushed the kiss deeper, with the brash forwardness that drove him onwards in battle and in argument.

>>>

Kenso retreated a bit, a half step back, almost shocked again but her hands curled in a bit, fisted in the thick fabric of his clothes, and leaned back, pressed against him somewhat, every curve of form, of muscle, clear thanks to the skin-tight body suit that comprised her uniform.

“S- Senza?” She broke a moment, murmured against his lips, breathy words. “Don’t… be mad at me tomorrow, okay?”

>>>

"Shu-," Senza shook his head, the barest amount he could without risking too much danger from her horns. His hands drifted down, searching out the curves of her form, studying them on a closer level than he ever had during the time they had lived and worked within such a tightly enclosed space.

"I won't be."

>>>

“Okay…” Kenso shivered, more a shudder, pressed back to each touch, such things foreign to her, but… nice. They felt nice. That was it.

“… Just promise, okay?” She was afraid, somewhat, hesitant, somewhat, but there was a pressing need in her, something she recognized. Season, the time that told her to find a mate, to couple, to procreate, something.

It didn’t matter. It was Senza, and she could trust him. … She ho- NO. She could.

She could.

>>>

Senza nodded, fingers fumbling against the much tighter fabric of her own garb. The garden was eeriely silent around them, but somehow it seemed okay. Or, at least, it seemed safer than trying to do something to handle it in the rune.

"I promise," he reassured her, his lips finding her own and cutting her off.

>>>

Kenso tried to reply, to give some sort of affirmative, but it only came out a muffled moan against his mouth.

But that was okay.