Five minutes had turned into ten, and ten had turned into twenty by now, Jin's head having settled on my stomach, rising and falling with my breaths. The room seemed suspended in a comfortable stillness, the kind where time melted into nothing but the quiet rhythm of two people breathing in sync.
Then she moved.
It started as a subtle wiggle—her body shifting against mine in a way that felt innocent enough. I blinked down at her, curious, until her hand snuck beneath my shirt. The cool touch of her fingers made me flinch just enough to disturb the moment.
“Jin,” I murmured, my voice low, though it carried more confusion than admonishment.
She didn’t pause. Her claws, carefully retracted, dragged against my skin as she pushed higher, her movements exploratory. Her tail tightened around my leg, her anchoring point as her head nudged against the hem of my shirt.
I let out a surprised laugh as she wriggled again, more insistent this time, trying to push her face beneath the fabric. “What are you doing?”
Jin’s response was a sharp exhale through her nose, almost an annoyed puff, as if I’d dared to question her determination. Her horns bumped my ribs, and she tilted her head to test the fabric’s resistance.
“Wait—Jin, hang on,” I said, laughter bubbling up as I squirmed under her increasingly ridiculous efforts. She gave another determined wiggle, her hands pressing firmly against my sides to hold me in place as she angled her head just right.
She managed to shove her face halfway under the hem, her warm breath hitting my bare skin in uneven puffs. The fabric of my shirt stretched awkwardly over her horns, making me wince as it pulled tight.
“This isn’t going to work,” I said, biting back another laugh as she gave a muffled growl of protest.
Her tail lashed once, snapping sharply against the sheets, before wrapping itself snugly around my leg again. She gave another stubborn push, the shirt now bunched awkwardly against her shoulders. From the outside, it probably looked like she was trying to burrow into me.
“Okay, okay!” I said, my voice breaking into laughter. I reached down, trying to tug the fabric loose from where her horns had snagged. “You win. Just—let me help before you rip something.”
Jin froze, her head tilting under the shirt. I could feel the heat of her cheek against my stomach, the slight tremor of her breath as she waited.
Carefully, I pulled the shirt up and over her head, the fabric finally sliding free with a soft rustle. She emerged triumphant, her sharp pink eyes glinting with mischief and satisfaction.
“Happy now?” I asked, shaking my head at her.
Her lips curved in a small, teasing smile as she pressed them against the rune just beneath my ribs. The mark flared warmly in response, sending a ripple of heat through my chest.
“Of course,” I muttered, half to myself.
Jin’s hands moved higher, tracing the runes along my torso with an almost reverent touch. Her lips followed, each kiss slow and deliberate as she worked her way up my chest. The glowing marks responded to her in kind, their gentle pulses spreading outward like ripples in a still pond.
Every movement was precise but playful, her tail curling tighter around me as though to remind me she had no plans of letting go. Her kisses grew softer the closer she got to my neck, the glowing lines beneath her touch thrumming as if they recognized her.
“You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?” I murmured, though the fondness in my voice betrayed any attempt at scolding her.
Jin tilted her head to glance up at me, holding my gaze for just a moment as if daring me to say more, before she returned to her work, her lips brushing over the rune at the base of my throat.
The sensation was unlike anything else. It wasn’t just her touch, though that alone was enough to send warmth coursing through me—it was the way the runes reacted to her, as though they were coming alive under her attention.
Her horns nudged against my chin as she pressed closer, her movements as stubborn as they were intimate. Her breath was warm against my skin, her hands steady at my sides.
I let out a slow exhale, my fingers brushing lightly over the curve of her back. “You’re so silly,” I said softly, tilting my head to avoid getting gored accidentally.
Jin paused then, tilting her head just enough to brush her cheek against the hollow of my throat like a cat. Her eyes caught mine again, glinting with that same mischievous warmth, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“You’ve made your point,” I said, my voice soft with a laugh. “I’m yours.”
She answered with one last kiss, pressed firmly against a rune adorning one of my tits. The glow beneath her lips pulsed pink once, bright and steady, before dimming back down to the regular black unlight.
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Jin’s satisfied hum as she pressed her lips against the final rune didn’t last long. As she pulled back to admire her work, her tail flicked sharply against my thigh, a subtle challenge glinting in her pink eyes.
“What now?” I asked, though I barely had time to react before she shifted her weight and shoved, catching me off guard.
The force of her movement sent me sprawling flat on my back, the breath rushing from my lungs in a startled laugh. Jin wasted no time straddling my hips, her tail curling around my leg to keep me pinned as her hands planted themselves firmly on either side of my shoulders.
She leaned in close, her lips quirking into a silent, triumphant smirk.
“Oh, you think you’ve won?” I said, squinting up at her through the mess of my hair that had fallen into my eyes.
Her response was a flick of her tongue over her lips, a silent but unmistakable declaration of war.
I didn’t wait for her next move. With a quick twist of my torso, I bucked upward, dislodging her balance just enough to flip us both over. Jin let out a breathy sound of surprise as she hit the mattress, her hands scrambling for purchase against my arms as I pinned her wrists above her head.
“Gotcha,” I said, grinning down at her.
Her tail lashed wildly behind her, the tip flicking against my calves like a warning. Her sharp eyes narrowed, though the mischievous tilt of her smile remained.
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Before I could fully savor my victory, she pushed upward with her hips, unbalancing me just enough for her to twist free. One of her hands slipped from my grip, her claws raking gently—but pointedly—against my wrist as she used the momentum to roll us over again.
I landed with a grunt, the mattress creaking beneath us as she pressed her full weight down to keep me pinned. I did note that—if nothing else—this meant she'd thankfully been gaining weight again. Her tail wrapped tightly around my leg, her knees bracketing my hips as she leaned over me with an expression that practically screamed, Try me.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I muttered, though the grin tugging at my lips gave me away.
Jin responded by arching a brow, her hands pinning mine above my head like I'd done to her. I could feel the heat radiating from her as she loomed over me, her horns catching the morning light.
“You think you’re so clever,” I said, planting my feet against the mattress.
Her smile widened, daring me to act.
I took the bait. Bucking up and out, I managed to shift just enough to free one arm. Before she could recover, I grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down against me as I rolled us over once more.
The bedframe groaned in protest as I pinned her beneath me, using my weight to keep her in place. Her tail flailed in mock outrage, smacking against my back with soft, ineffectual thuds.
“Got you again,” I said, breathless but triumphant.
Jin glared up at me, though the sparkle of amusement in her eyes softened the effect. She didn’t struggle immediately, instead letting me revel in my victory for a fleeting moment.
Her tail slipped between us with surprising speed, wrapping around my waist and yanking me sideways. I yelped, startled, as I lost my balance and rolled onto my back once more. Jin pounced instantly, her hands pressing against my shoulders as she perched above me, her grin wide and sharp.
“You cheat,” I said, laughter spilling from my lips as she leaned in close.
She tilted her head, feigning innocence, though the way her tail coiled possessively around my torso told a different story. Her fingers flexed against my shoulders, and I could feel the slight tremble of her breath as she exhaled sharply through her nose.
“Fine,” I said, pretending to concede as I relaxed beneath her. “You win.”
Her expression flickered with suspicion at my sudden surrender, her eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer.
The second she dropped her guard, I retaliated. With a burst of energy, I twisted out from under her and grabbed her waist, using her own momentum to flip her onto her back.
Jin let out a startled huff as she hit the mattress, her tail lashing in protest as I pinned her hands to the bed once more.
“You really should know better by now,” I said, grinning as I hovered over her.
She stared up at me, her lips twitching into something halfway between a snarl and a smirk. Her tail looped around my thigh again, but I was ready this time, pressing my weight against her to keep her from gaining any leverage.
For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling in the space between us. The tension was electric, crackling and playful, with neither of us willing to back down.
Finally, Jin let out a soft, begrudging sigh, her hands relaxing beneath mine. Her tail stilled against my leg, though the glint in her eyes promised she wasn’t finished plotting.
“Truce?” I offered, my voice light with amusement.
Her response was a quick flick of her tongue over her lips, followed by a small, reluctant nod.
“Good,” I said, releasing her wrists but keeping my guard up as I sat back. “Because if you break it, I—”
She moved faster than I could react, lunging forward and tackling me onto my back once more. Her triumphant grin was the last thing I saw before the sheets tangled around us both in a chaotic mess of limbs, laughter, and breathless declarations of war.
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The sheets twisted tighter around us with each movement, Jin’s tail flicking erratically as we wrestled. I let out a sharp laugh as she lunged again, her weight pressing me into the mattress. She seemed untouchable, her strength and stubborn determination keeping her just a step ahead of me—until she wasn’t.
The chaos of the tangled sheets caught her off guard as she shifted to pin me down again. She slipped, her balance faltering just long enough for her to stumble forward. A soft mattress isn't exactly made for hooves, after all.
Pain blossomed sharp and immediate as the tip of a horn punctured beneath my jaw, sending a white-hot shock through my skull. I gasped, instinctively jerking back, but the movement only made it worse. Her horn was caught, wedged just enough to tug painfully as she froze above me.
Jin’s eyes widened in horror, the playful glint replaced by raw panic as she realized what had happened. She yanked back in fear and I felt something in my jaw crack. Her claws trembled against my shoulders, frozen in place as blood welled around the puncture.
I tried to speak, but the words came out garbled, thick with the metallic taste of blood.
Her tail thrashed wildly, the sheets further tangling us as she pulled back slightly, her movements frantic. The sharp edge of her horn scraped against the wound, drawing another strangled noise from me.
“Jin,” I managed, my voice a strained rasp as I raised a hand to touch her arm. “Stop—just... stop.”
She froze, her breath ragged and uneven, her pink eyes wide and shimmering with something close to terror.
I nodded faintly, the motion slow to avoid aggravating the wound. “It’s okay,” I whispered, though the tremor in my voice betrayed the lie. Wouldn’t this be a fucked way to die?
Not that I would. I’d lived through worse, right? Surely something this small wouldn't be the end.
Jin shook her head, her expression twisting into something desperate. She pressed a trembling hand to the wound, her touch gentle but utterly helpless. The blood seeped between her fingers, warm and slick, and I could see the panic overtaking her as she realized she didn’t know how to fix this.
Her tail whipped around, the sheets ripping free as she untangled herself from me in a flurry of motion. For a brief moment, she crouched beside me, trying desperately to do something, anything to help.
Then she turned and ran.
In a blur of red hair and glowing eyes, Jin darted toward the balcony, hooves loudly clattering on the hardwood. She shoved the door open with enough force to rattle the frame, stepping into the cool morning air.
“Jin,” I rasped into the empty bedroom, though I doubted she heard me. I heard her, though, whining. Vivi's questions and complaints soon followed, immediately interrupted when they saw the blood coating Jin's hands.
“Okay, okay!” they said, hopping off the railing they must've sat on and following the frantic clattering back inside. “Let’s not freak out, yeah? I’m sure it’s—”
They stopped short as they caught sight of me sprawled on the bed, blood seeping between my fingers where I clutched at my jaw.
“Oh, hell,” the half-devil muttered, their voice dropping into something sharper. They moved quickly, their hands already glowing with magic by the time they knelt next to me.
“What happened?”
“Wrestling,” I managed, though the word came out garbled and wet, trying my best to stay awake by focussing on their eyes. Such a beautiful green.
Vivi’s expression twisted into something between exasperation and disbelief, but they didn’t waste time asking questions. The violet light—as always, matching their hair color—blinded me when their hands lifted toward my throat.
“This is gonna hurt,” they said, their voice steady as the glow intensified. “Hold still.”
The magic burned as it seeped into the wound, a searing heat that made me clench my teeth to keep from crying out. Jin hovered beside the bed, her hands fluttering uselessly as she watched my friend work.
“She’s a mess,” they muttered, glancing at the trembling succubus out of the corner of their eye. “What the hell were you two doing?”
I grunted, the sound half a laugh, half a wince. “It was... supposed to be fun.”
“Yeah, looks like you’re having a blast,” they deadpanned, though their focus didn’t waver from the wound.
Jin made a low, distressed sound, her tail curling tightly around her ankle as she pressed closer.
“Hey,” Vivi said, their tone softening slightly as they glanced up at her. “It’s fine. I’ve got this. Just—breathe, okay? Raku's fine.”
Jin must've nodded, because Vivi turned back to me. Their magic faded, leaving my skin tingly where they'd accelerated my healing. “You’re patched up. Try not to wrestle with someone who has horns next time, yeah?”
I nodded weakly, my fingers brushing against the newly sealed wound. It still throbbed, but the bleeding had stopped, and I could feel the warmth of the magic lingering beneath my skin.
Jin crouched beside me, her eyes scanning my face with a mixture of relief and guilt. She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering just above my shoulder.
I caught her bloodied wrist gently, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m okay,” I said softly.
Her eyes shimmered, and she pressed her forehead to my shoulder, her tail curling protectively around my leg.
Vivi watched us for a moment before sighing and standing. “You two are exhausting,” they said, though their tone held a hint of fondness. “I’ll go get some tea started, I think we could all use a cup.”