Thread: Hidden Treasures - Rainclouds X ForeverMischievous

Vergal's eyes, shining a bright purple at this time, observed the young frame closely, as her arms reached up for him. With that simple gesture, a desperate reach for warmth and closure, it became clear just how much she needed the attention. Needed someone to care for her, in other ways then that of mending. Failed mending, that was. He could feel her illness, eating away at her. She would not live a long life, if nothing was done. And it seemed, nothing could be done for her, by human hands. The decease would've almost seemed familiar, had he not been too distracted by her sent, her beauty and the energy he felt. She had much to give. Even for something, seemingly as weak and frail as her, she had so much to offer. And as she hugged herself close to him, he let an arm wrap around her, a hand gently placed upon her back, once again giving her the warmth of his touch, through the thin fabrics of her gown. His lips moved close to her other ear, but not to speak, but to let her feel the warmth of his breath. Another distinction, telling her how close she was to another. His lips curled a grin, as he let his eyes close, the purple hue turning a darker orange. A color revealing appetite. Hunger. His wings moved lightly, stretching at the touch. He would have hardly felt the touch, had it not been for the gentle warmth of her fingers. Had she not been human. She would've been an excellent Succubus. The mere picture of her, was seducing. His wings then stretched, letting her see them clearly, once her eyes where opened. His wingspan, was nearly as wide as he was tall. Majestic wings, spread through the room, casting a shadow over the bed. As she lowered herself again, his hand stroked across her back, before relieving her skin of his touch, placing it upon the bed by her side instead. Her eyes would meet the orange hue of his now, as he sent her a warm smile. You are not asleep, little one. You are awake. But you are not alone as you were, when your mind slipped into dreaming. His voice whispered again. His voice was deep and with masculine features, but still carried a gentle lightness to it. The feminine voice, was seen as the most soothing one. For animals and humans alike. So his voice carried hints of that, but without breaking the masculinity of his frame. He observed her closely, as she took him in, continuing to let his wings remain spread, stretching and twitching a bit behind him. As her fingers reached out, touching the unbelievable, he remained still, letting her fingers touch his face. His head only tilted lightly, a welcoming smile still upon his face. He moved his hand to her face, once again letting his warm skin, stroke down her cheek, but this time by his hands fingertips. The discreet digits slowly stroked down her cheek, continuing down over her chins curve, and down her soft, white, fragile throat. The digits didn't stop, now trailing down her chest. Trailing even further, they thinned down the area they stroked, now reaching her gown, stroking between her young breasts, and down to her stomach where they stopped. With her question, he slowly shook his head, still carrying the same gentle smile as his other hand raised to her face, placing a digit upon her lips. Shh.. Speak not lightly of death. He is not as gentle, as human religions and beliefs wants you to think. Do not wish for me to be him. For he might come earlier. I am here, to give you what you wish for. To give you the warmth, your ill and weak body craves. To give you.. Pleasure. Warmth. In a frail life. That offers you little of these. I came not for death. I came for life. He whispered again, letting the finger upon her lips, gently stroke down the edge of her lips, now placing his hand upon her cheek, granting her the warmth she then asked for. His smile grew, as his other hand joined the first, placing both upon each of her cheeks. His body lowered above her, letting her body feel the heat of his, as his face got dangerously close. Let me grant you that. Let me grant you warmth. Care. Pleasure. The kind, you won't receive elsewhere. The kind you have little time to get. Let me be your light, in the dwindling days that remain. Let me. And I'll raise your weak pulse, to a point where warmth comes natural. Not a unnatural feeling, simulated by man made objects. He whispered again, without letting her answer, before his lips gently touched hers, granting her a deep and caring kiss. Not one of lust. Not one, that felt like a stolen pleasure. But one full of warmth and emotions, no one else had given her before.