"Well excuse me if I'm not as good at playing the part you seem to think I should! You have no idea what it was like...the power, the control, the respect!" She huffed, shoulders slumping as she stared down into the sizzling pan. "But enough about that. Why don't you tell me how my cooking is coming along? I hear humans have quite a thing for runny eggs."

"Oh, hush you. You've barely done anything to me!" she snapped, glaring at him as he leaned over her shoulder. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the nice one," she added with a sigh, giving up on trying to maintain any sort of dignity around him. "Fine, they're done." She scooped two plates out of the cupboard and set them down on the table, then slid the eggs onto each one before handing one to JayFiree.

"

Her heart races as she pads into their bedroom, her gaze locked on the figure sleeping peacefully in the crib across the room. The scent of him fills her nostrils, making her blood sing with desire and need. With a shiver, she closes the distance between them, pressing herself against his back, feeling the heat of his body through their clothes.

Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair as she arches into him, moaning his name hoarsely.

She gasps as he turns her, their bodies pressed together in an achingly intimate embrace. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of red on his skin that only serve to heighten the sensation for them both. With a moan, she arches into him, feeling the hard length of him press against her core, teasing and taunting with every breath they take.

Her hips rise off the bed in time with his thrusts, their bodies moving as one in a frenzied dance of desire and need.

Well, if it's that bad, perhaps we should just toss the lot and try again? Or maybe you could start serving your 'master' some of her own cooking when she inevitably fails to improve. That'd teach me a lesson, wouldn't it? Her eyes narrowed as she flipped the eggs once more, a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks despite herself.

*Her hand clenched into a fist as she glared at the eggs in the pan, struggling to keep her composure. She wanted nothing more than to throw them across the room and watch them shatter on the cold stone floor, but she knew that would only prove Tuku's point. With one final huff, she lifted the spatula from the skillet and placed the cooked eggs on a nearby plate. Her expression softened slightly as she realized they weren't nearly as bad as she had first thought.

"Someday, farm boy," she muttered under her breath as she slid the eggs onto a wooden platter, "I'll show you what real power feels like." Even though she knew it was a lie. She wasn't sure if she could even find that power again. And even if she did... would she want to? These days, all she could think about was how comfortable the coarse wool of her farmer's smock felt against her skin. It was disgusting. But it was home now. In a way.

Her words were barely audible over the sizzling of the eggs and rustling of feathers outside; a small flock of chickens pecking at insects in the dirt. The sun was starting to rise higher in the sky, bathing the kitchen in warm light as delicious smells wafted through the air. It was almost... peaceful. Almost enough to make her forget about everything she'd lost and how much better things used to be. But of course, she wouldn't admit that to Noa...

She grinned impishly at him, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her veins. Maybe there was more to this simple life than she'd ever imagined; perhaps it held the key to true happiness after all. As they began their day together, side by side in the barn and kitchen, she couldn't help but wonder what new adventures lay ahead for them both.

The future seemed brighter than ever before, and for once, that didn't feel like such a bad thing.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced between the simple farmer and her own clothing. It was a challenge; a test of sorts. "Why?" she asked sharply, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want from me?"

There was no reply except for the sound of his amused chuckle. She scowled, feeling both irritated and aroused by his teasing. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought with a sigh.

The demoness felt herself melting into his strong embrace, heart fluttering with nervous excitement at his tender kiss and promise of pleasure. She knew this was dangerous territory she was treading - giving up such complete control and vulnerability to another being...but in him she sensed an almost divine connection born of their shared experiences.

As they entered the dimly lit room, she turned to face him with naked desire shining in her eyes behind long lashes. "Take me," Altrea whispered urgently. "Show me everything..."

"Oh...it feels incredible!" she gasped between kisses, arching her back to press closer against his heated flesh. Each touch seemed to ignite sparks of electricity coursing through her body... [End]