4 comments/ 9059 views/ 11 favorites A Thing She Just Can't Fight Ch. 01 By: TaLtos6 *** I'm not sure about the degree of inspiration, but I wrote this not long after seeing 'Constantine', so at least you know how old it is. This isn't anything like that. Well, as far as I can tell, anyway. Actually, now that I think about it, it really isn't like that at all. I just wanted to write something that felt a little nice to me. 0_o ********* ----------------------- She walked along the shore of the lake in a dark mood, keeping an eye open for soda cans, beer cans, and the occasional soda bottle; preferably glass and unbroken, but it didn't matter much and the plastic ones would do. Anything that she could turn in for the deposit money. She was scavenging here while she waited for the school to let out so that she could collect her kids and go on home with them in about four hours. Who knew what they'd eat for dinner that night? She had about a buck and a half, so that would get them some mac and cheese if all else failed. Oh, and if she lucked out and found a few more cans, she might be able to get a loaf of bread to go with that -- half for their baloney sandwich lunches tomorrow and half with dinner. You know, wholesome eating. And it was her day off. Delia rolled her eyes and wanted to spit, just to be rid of the dust and grit coating her tongue from spending her fucking day off scavenging. And from needing to. Just twenty-one, born poorer than dirt and a half-breed at that -- and here she was, doing her best to raise two kids who weren't even her own. No sir, life to this point sure hadn't been good to Delia very much at all. She half-assed swung at a horsefly, thinking that if it was going to be much more of a bitch about things, she'd put her whole ass into it and mash the annoying little fuck. When she'd managed to bait the pest into landing on her arm, she nailed it with a slap far faster than most people could swing. It landed struggling in the water on its back and as she fought to keep her balance, she saw a smallmouth bass come up and take it. She lost the struggle and fell in with a quiet curse. That was how she ended up standing in cold, hip-deep water and feeling furious enough to make it boil. As she wiped the water and her long black hair out of her eyes, she caught the gleam and waited for the ripples in the surface to settle out. She was standing right next to a spot where she guessed that a bunch of high school kids must have spent an afternoon or evening guzzling beer. Either that or they were just the usual camo-covered goons and assorted other layabout hicks. It didn't matter. There were well over a dozen cans here. She bent down to get a few of them, re-wetting her hair in the process, but that couldn't be helped. One after another, she dragged the cans out of the mud and silt and tossed them onto the bank. After draining the water out of them, she laid them aside and walked back for her knapsack with a small smile. She'd found two full and unopened cans among the others. The law must have shown up and whoever it had been had ditched the unopened ones. By the 'best before' dates on them, they were still good. It didn't matter. Delia would nurse her way through those cans as though they contained ambrosia. She didn't drink -- not being able to afford even a six pack most times. She didn't even know if she'd like the stuff, but it was free, so that was something pretty rare for her. Well, Delia supposed, there had been a cost. Now she was squishing along in flooded sneakers, soaking wet with her clothes sticking to her. Deciding to go on, she walked slowly for a time, but then stopped. She could hear breathing; odd-sounding breathing, like ... like somebody who was struggling or working at something while gasping every so often. She turned her head slowly, trying to get a bead on the direction. It was coming from a cabin set back a ways. The way that the stupid township had laid out the dirt road around the lake meant that there was lakefront and behind that and the road's right of way, lay the road. Behind that were the cabins; vacation properties, mostly. From what she could see, the place had been built on a lot which sloped, and so the whole thing was set on concrete pilings. There was a porch at the front of it and that porch was on the highest pilings so that overall, the floor and the porch were at the same level. From where Delia stood, the rear of the place was almost on the ground, but the front edge of the porch was a good ten feet up and was surrounded by a railing. She was curious, so she headed that way. After a minute, she was standing under the front of the porch, still listening to the strange breathing. Then she heard a very quiet grunt before who or whatever this was carried on, the breathing gradually getting a bit faster. Really curious now, she laid her pack down carefully. As she did, she heard and felt a couple of the cans slide against each other and with a gentle wave of her hand, they were suspended along with the rest of her treasures inside of the pack and not able to rattle at all. She listened and sensed for a moment more and decided that the sounds related to something very likely sexual in nature and that made up her mind. She looked around and tried to sense for anyone else out here at ground level. With nothing coming to her, she let her skin change from it's regular, run of the mill for around here to what she was inside. Her clothing faded from view and she stood naked for a second as her dark-skinned body vanished from sight as well right afterwards. Testing the solidness of the porch construction by feel for a moment, she began to climb up silently in the manner of her father's kind. She'd never met him and only knew what her mother had said of it all before she'd died when Delia was sixteen. Delia didn't have very much of anything at all to her name, but she'd been given a few questionable gifts in her DNA. When she got to a point where she could see over the edge, Delia almost gasped herself. In fact, she almost fell clean off. There was a young man about her own age or a little older, lying naked in the sunshine masturbating. Delia blinked as she stared. Twice. She didn't know him; didn't know a thing about him at all, but he was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life with a sweet, sweet masculine face and long golden curls which lay on his shoulders. She could see that he was a little tall. He wasn't a body builder for damn sure, though she saw that he didn't carry much fat on him at all and it allowed her to see that he also carried a bit of muscle -- just not a whole lot and Delia liked it on him for that. She'd never had much of a love life worth writing home about, but over the past few years or so, she'd had enough in the way of personal relationships to have come to a decision. She was so done with big, strong, and stupid. Her eyes drifted to the toy that he was stroking busily and she liked that sight quite a bit too. She watched as he got a little nearer to his finish and Delia felt a bit of a thrill to watch it, because of the way that he must have felt it beginning and he moved his lovely legs apart a little so that as he wanked and began to groan a little, she watched spellbound as his bag moved with the motions. Damn, she could even see the balls in there as they jiggled before her. The only trouble was the wings. Dark gray and feathered -- and fucking wide, she saw as he flexed them involuntarily from where he was propped against the door of the place. They must span at least a good twenty feet when he opened them fully. She drew a slow breath and held it as she crawled a little higher, coming over the top of the railing like an invisible spider to stare as he moaned softly one time. Delia suddenly noticed that she was getting wet. She wondered about it and decided that she couldn't really help it. She just couldn't really get a handle on why. She'd seen this kind around before now and then, just passing through or on some sort of errand work. They were visible to people when it suited them and not noticeable at all to them if it didn't. Unless you were either one of them or one of the others -- or something else with the eyes for it, no one ever saw their wings at all. But Delia saw them all because they couldn't hide from her eyes and most of them didn't really do a thing for her. So why did this one seem to move her somehow? And just what the fuck was one of them doing here of all places and stroking off to beat the band? She went fully into what she was and crawled a little higher, feeling the way that her tail found the railing and wrapped itself around for a moment. She also felt the tip of it as it swayed in the air out of her tense arousal. She crawled down on the side toward him and began to move forward, drawn to him in spite of herself and her usual need to be cautious -- especially around one of these. Whenever they saw her, she'd noticed them start, often doing a double or even a triple take in her direction. It always ended with them figuring out what she was and moving on, sometimes with a sneer sent her way. But she'd never seen one of them do something like this before. She didn't even know that they even could. He opened his eyes a little and she froze, forcing herself to be still inside as well. Most but not all of these could sense her, just as she could sense them; every one of them -- and the thought brought her a small shock. She hadn't sensed this one, hadn't known that it was one of them up here taking a break from their errands for a little bit of pleasure in the sunshine. How the hell did that square with everything that she'd learned and knew? It didn't make sense. He closed his eyes again and stroked on just as she felt a little of the lake water in her hair run down over her cheek to drip from her chin and a new shock came to Delia. She looked down and she saw the droplets of water that her dripping hair was leaving on the sun-baked planks. He'd missed that. He hadn't noticed the water appearing out of nowhere to leave dark spots on the wood. Boy, he must really be feeling it, she thought. She tilted her head, watching his beautiful face as it contorted a little in his joyful wanking. She decided that he must have a touch of redhead in him somewhere in spite of the blonde. When he'd opened his eyes, she'd seen that his irises were a deep green tone. Yet his eyelashes were almost as blonde as his hair. An odd sort of tone, but she decided that she really liked that because it was attractive to her and it was rather rare. The way that he was working that thing, Delia thought that it was a wonder that he wasn't sweating up a storm here. But then she realized that they didn't sweat and she looked more closely. Sure enough, this lovely boy was sweating, though not a lot. He let out a little cry and she knew that he was now very close. Watching that nice thing in his hand was making her hungry. What would he do when he came? She saw nothing to catch it with, no cloth or rag, not even a Kleenex. She imagined it as it shot a ways into the air, the rest drooling out like whitish lava from a volcano over his fist and down onto those delicious-looking balls of his. Such a waste, she thought. He only wanted it out so that he'd feel better. Delia had a better idea and wondered if she had the guts to implement it. She crawled forward once more, thinking of whether she'd cast a shadow across him and if he'd feel it if it happened. He was getting so close now. It was time to either leave or ... She rose on her knees on the opposite side of his free hand and she pulled back her hair as she lowered her head. His prick smelled so warm and nice, and the clear droplet that she could see as it was tortured by his foreskin smelled even better. There would be a lot of juice to this boy, she thought. There had to be, somebody as beautiful as him? There just had to be plenty. She wondered for a second about a few things at once. Would it feed her if she took it, or would it burn her -- that old good-versus-evil thing? Delia rationalized it in the next second. She might have the shape and appearance of something which could be said to be evil, but she couldn't think of a thing that she'd done lately to even bother a priest in a confessional over, not that she was bound in any way like some humans were. She hadn't asked for her miserable life. Nobody had even said to her that as what she was, she was bad by nature. Well, ... not anybody who'd been more than a halfwit back there where she'd been born. Or the preacher and his wife, though she realized that she was splitting hairs here, since they were much the same thing, only capable of using bigger and more colorful old biblical terms to inspire and control their flock of fools. Nobody, least of all her father, had given a flying fuck about the little bundle at her mother's breast who squalled just like any other -- when she wasn't shifting in and out of something which caused regular, God-fearing folks to fear her. Against her mother's will, a rather religious nurse had brought two priests and a rabbi, but when she even noticed them and the way that they disturbed her dozing, they all lay dead minutes later out in the parking lot - a suitable punch line for a very bad joke brought to life in living color by a baby who hadn't had any idea what she was doing at the time. They'd all gone mad and beaten each other to death. Right after they'd torn the meddling nurse apart and just before the first of the police cruisers had pulled in with it's screaming siren and flashing lights. Nobody had asked Delia anything. So Delia wasn't going to ask if she could have his seed. He was going to ditch it anyway in about another minute or less. She lunged then, pulling his hand away as she lowered her open mouth onto what she supposed was a heavenly shaft. Well it was rock hard and it sure tasted very warm and good. She didn't know about heavenly. It might have been, if she could have had it inside of her, but she knew she had to make do with trying to get a small meal out of him here. His eyes opened as she knew that they would. She could feel that without even looking. She bobbed and sucked and licked as fast as she could, trying to coax his gush for him. Delia didn't want to put any bullshit acting into it, but she did want to show him that she felt a little of this, and so she made little sounds as she went at it; just short little quiet groans as softly as she could. She wanted it to be good for him -- so that he might be good to her by allowing her to have the meal of his semen. She only hoped like hell that he didn't try to smite her for it. His voice came to her in a garbled mess, crying out in shock and alarm -- so she knew that he'd seen her now, truly seen her for what she was. She was amazed to hear a bit of fear in it as well and it shocked her. The only good thing was that she also heard -- somewhere in that tortured mess -- the first real cry of his coming release. He didn't soften as she'd feared a little that he would if he were afraid. She even wondered about that. How could someone like him be afraid? And why had he not tried to smite her yet? Maybe he thought that to strike her would cause him pain as well if it caused her teeth to snap shut. She slowed for a moment and looked up with her mouth full. His pretty face was wide-eyed as he stared at her. She realized then that she was still holding his other hand and it felt really good to feel that he wasn't struggling -- well, not much. So she slipped her fingers in between his and began to softly stroke the back of his thumb with hers. He stopped struggling and she felt his fingers relax for an instant before they tightened just a little against hers in what felt like acceptance. She let him go for a moment and raised her head a bit so that he could see the way that she let her long tongue slide past her lips to worm its way down along his shaft, over his very warm scrotum and in between his cheeks until the soft and pointed tip of it tickled his anus very gently for a moment. He gasped and she reversed the stroke to pull her tongue back and she smiled past her long teeth, hoping that he wouldn't find her too ugly as she cupped his balls very gently with her free hand and squeezed just a little as she tried to put some affection into it. She wondered what to say in the moment that he hopefully had left. Her mother had told her once that the two kinds speak very different languages, but that each understood the speech of the other so she gave it her best shot, grinning and weaving her head back and forth a little. "Bahdpa dah-yeEEEEn a teenh, sheeAAhh." She almost laughed out loud the next moment. He spoke to her in good old-fashioned plain English, asking in a tight voice if she meant that she wouldn't hurt him. She realized that he knew that her statement could have at least seven meanings because she'd been too general in her choice of words. She smiled at him, feeling pleasant wonder over how much harder he was getting in seconds now. She pulled his hand to the back of her head gently and felt the way that his fingers slid into her mane as she smiled quickly and licked his hardness to the end, sliding her tongue in a circular motion as though she were polishing his knob. It was the strangest thing, but his little gasp of pleasure felt suddenly very important to Delia. He felt something a little rough with his little finger against the back of her neck for an instant, but there was just too much here for him to process and he forgot about the detail as he tightened his gentle grasp on her hair and his finger moved away into her mane. "Bayt-so rrRackthha, ateenh, sheeaAhh, Dokkhet shahh?" she smiled as warmly as she could before she took him into her mouth again. She'd been more clear that time, calling him very beautiful and asking for his seed. He got it then for sure as she felt the way that he helped to gently pull and ease up on her hair when she bobbed up and down, accepting the hold that she'd offered him. It took him from his nervousness at finding a long-toothed demon holding his prick in her mouth to the point where he bucked a little and cried out a lot as his eyes went to her little horns and then locked onto her reptilian eyes. And Delia had her fine-tasting meal. She was fastidious about it, not missing a single drop of what surged out of him. She moaned and hummed her soft and quiet appreciation to him as she sensed more about him. What she learned caused her to lift one of his legs so that she could wet his anus a lot more. His soft sounds delighted her, since she was unsure of exactly how to go about something like this. She sat back on her heels just a bit as he watched her cover her finger with the little of his gift to her which coated the inside of her mouth. She moved toward him a little more, drawn somehow, though still a little careful and never taking her eyes from his face. "You're so beautiful," she sighed softly as she slid her finger inside of him slowly. Delia was so pleased to see the rest of his uncertainty leave him as his eyes closed and he groaned for her very softly. He turned his head a little and opened his eyes to look into hers from only inches way, watching as her irises opened and closed a little. "Why?" he asked. Her smile widened as she licked her lips, "Because I saw you and I like you, that's all. I saw a chance to do something for you and I hoped to have your seed if you'd let me." She pressed into him and he moaned, his head tilting back in pleasure. Delia put her arm around his shoulders gently and laid her lips against his, being mindful of her teeth as she slid her tongue into his mouth to touch his very softly. A Thing She Just Can't Fight Ch. 01 He'd been reclining until then, leaning back against the door of the place. Now, she watched the ridges over his abdomen stand up and move a little as he rose up just a bit so as not to change her angle and Delia felt the wonderful tickle of his feathered wing sliding up her back. She brought her own forward, laying them over him. They stayed that way for a quarter of an hour as she worked him until it took only her kisses on his sweet lips to interest that perfect prick into its hardness for her. "Will you feed this one once again?" she asked softly in an accent which was never heard in daylight on this world and he nodded. "If you tell me your name, wild and lovely thing." It wasn't much, but his simple sentence charmed her, so she kissed him again before she spoke in regular English, "Thank you. My name is Delia. What are you called?" "Sammael," he said a little reluctantly. She grinned at that, "Somebody named her little baby after one of the big boys, huh? As far as I know, that's the name of one of the heavy hitters out that way. Big bastard from what I've heard; Angel of Death type." "I guess," he said, "I've never been there, so I've never met him. I was born here." "Born?" she asked, "You were born, .... um, here? I thought you were one of them." Sammael shook his head, "Uh-uh. My mother was a fallen angel and ..." He saw the way that Delia looked and he was quick to re-state it. "My mother fell from grace because she came here on an errand and she fell in love with a mortal. I didn't mean to say that she crossed over. Sorry. I tried a few times when I'd see one or two angels, but after a second, they won't talk to me." "So you're a half-breed just like me, huh?" Things were starting to make sense to Delia now. He looked completely surprised, "I didn't know. Really." "Aw, come on, Blondie," Delia smiled as she managed to lick his manhood from where she sat for a moment, "What else can do something like this, huh? Who else but a half-breed would come up here and do it, because she found a real cutie who looked so nice? Not a full-blood, you can bet your sweet little ass." He shook his head, "I meant that I thought you were full demon. You looked that way to me, and ... well, I really didn't have enough time to think of much, did I?" "No, I guess not," Delia nodded, "My father was full demon. Supposed to be a real powerhouse, not that I'd know. He came here and saw a woman that he wanted and I'd guess that Momma didn't give him too much of an argument over things. She was in a good place while it lasted, I guess. Momma told me that there were days when he wouldn't even let her get out of bed except to pee and then she'd run right back to him. Momma never said it to me this way, but I figure that as soon as he knew that he'd left her with a little reminder, he began to teach her while he was fucking her. Some of it was for her to teach me and the rest was just what I knew when I was born. He left Momma not long before I showed up. I wouldn't know, but I guess that she was never the same after that. I've never met my father. But I have met some aunts and uncles a couple of times." He reached for her and it felt fabulous to Delia, so she began to move the finger that she had inside of him a little bit. "I can tell some things about people," she said softly, "I knew that you'd like this. I just can't really understand why, though." She was so gentle with him and after a while, he opened those eyes and she saw that they'd gone a little sad as he admitted that he was a virgin as far as females went. About three years before, he'd met a man and been seduced. "I couldn't help it," he said, looking a little as though he was torn between ruining this by showing the way that he still felt used or just giving in to what she was doing for him, "I -- I just fell. But when we were alone, he ... well, he wasn't very nice to me and it really hurt. He laughed at me and then he left me. When I got over it, I found that there was something about it that I liked, that's all. Not the way that he treated me or how he was mean about it, but there were a couple of minutes when it felt good -- before he went back to trying to tear me apart again." Delia kissed him for a moment, "Do you like me and am I doing it right for you?" He nodded as he looked at her in wonder for a little while -- seeing right in through her amazing slitted irises and down into her soul, "And you're so beautiful. Thank you." Delia could have fallen over. When she looked human, she wouldn't have called herself more than mildly pretty on her best day no matter how much effort that she put into it. She'd heard the old statement about a beautiful woman having the ability to stop a clock -- just as an expression, of course. As what she was underneath like now, well, she'd been known to seize up pacemakers with just a look. And not in a good way, either. "Beautiful?" Delia smiled, "You know, I can usually see it when a person isn't wearing their glasses. You sure had me fooled. You really think I'm beautiful?" He reached for her and touched her cheek very softly. Delia couldn't believe what she was looking at as she stared into those absolutely gorgeous green eyes, right in the middle between emerald and jade, depending on the light. She peered into his soul and learned that he yearned to know someone honest whom he might trust and -- She backed her gaze out and looked at his face, not believing that she'd found one like him. When Sammael nodded, Delia knew that he was being truthful. "Darling Sammael," she smiled, "for something as nice as that, I'd give you a lot in a bed sometime, and besides finding somebody like you, I've also just found out that I like doing this for you. I've never done this before, but a girl like me just knows these things and I love doing this for you. Baby, I could do this for you all afternoon and be happy just to look at your face, but ... Are you sure that you even like girls?" "I don't know," he said a little slowly with a sort of blank look, "I mean, ... I like them to look at them and I really like looking at you more than any of them Delia, but nobody takes me seriously. I can't get a job and I can't go anywhere to meet any girls. You need money to do that -- and I don't have any. Well, not for that." "Would you like to try with somebody like me, Sammael?" she smiled, "I was thinking that we ought to try it. Close your eyes and imagine us together." When his eyes closed, Delia began to send him images and little back-of-the-eyelid videos from her imagination and she monitored his reaction by holding his manhood gently. She was careful to keep it at just the edge of being interested. She got strong reactions from scenes where he was having vaginal intercourse with her, but the strongest two were when they were doing it anally, though those ones were just some things that she'd tossed in there because they'd crossed her mind and she realized that she liked the thought of it as well, once she imagined doing it with Sammael. She'd never had an interest before. "Well, this is nice," she smiled, "I think that we both seem to have something in common. I'll tell you what," she said as she slowly withdrew her finger, "You stick with me, Sammael, and we'll try it out. I've got to pick up my kids soon and turn in my haul of cans and stuff where I work. I've just started a job at the county dump. It pays alright, but I'm still at the point where I have to pick up other people's trash, looking for refundable cans until I get my first pay. Do you have any kind of work history? Maybe I can help you get a job." She'd glossed over the detail a little quickly, wondering if the thought of children in her life might put him off at all but he gave no sign that he'd really heard it. He looked over at her uncertainly, "I can run some heavy equipment like a pay loader. My dad taught me and I took courses for it, but when I try to get hired on working for road crews, they always take somebody from out of a list of people that they know, or who might have worked for them before." Delia was shocked for a moment, but then she did have a bit of personal experience at knowing just what he meant about not being taken seriously. "You got licenses and all that for those things?" He nodded, "Yeah, but nobody even wants to look at them." He sighed a little sadly, "I was about to just sell my car and fly back home with my tail between my legs." Delia couldn't understand that. "I don't know about some things ... uh, I mean, why would you fly back when you have a car. Or don't you have money for gas?" He looked back at her and then she saw him get what she'd meant. He shook his head, "No. I didn't mean fly home flapping all the way. I have a helicopter." She blinked a couple of times as she digested that. "But you said that you didn't have money." "I don't think you understand," Sammael said, "I'm hanging on by a thread, getting closer and closer to the point where I have to call it quits and go back. I have money, Delia. But it costs quite a bit to fill the fuel tanks on a helicopter like mine. It's not really for light use, though I guess I could always do the sightseeing thing. Mine is more for hauling loads, like logging or ... as a sky crane." "How do you mean?" Delia asked. "Well," he began as he thought about it, "Suppose you had let's say, an incinerator, and it had scrubbers built into the smokestack so that what comes out is cleaned so it doesn't pollute the air. They only last so long before they need to be cleaned or replaced. That's usually done from above with a helicopter. They get lifted out and either cleaned on the ground -- or if things were planned well, another set is put in and the dirty ones are cleaned and put away for the next time. I'd love to find work like that, but then, I'd need to set up a company and hire at least one other person as crew. I can fly the bird, but I'd need somebody looking down all the time to tell me if I was clear or if not, which way to move." He shrugged with a resigned look, "Delia, I can't even find work for me around here, never mind anything like that." He looked at her then, seeing an expression that he couldn't place. Well, he'd never even been this close to someone like her before in his life. "Lemme think on it," she said after a second, "I might have an idea." Delia moved to lie with her head on his abdomen and she took him into her mouth again. Sammael might not have been aware of it, but the gentle way that he stroked her horns and her hair sure bought him more than a few points with her. She was hungry, it was true. But now ... She also liked to do this for a man that she cared for. She wanted to smile, though she really couldn't right then, because until now, there really hadn't been anyone who'd fit that category. As what she was, she could tell things about people -- just as she'd said. The men whom she'd known weren't worth this from her other than perhaps to teach herself how it went. But they'd all fuck up a good thing just being the assholes that they were, so she'd very rarely done it. Even now that she knew more about him, this still seemed strange to her. Wonderful, but strange; one of her kind making out like this with one of his. That just had to beat everything. But here she was and loving it anyway. Nobody had ever been this way for her before and she loved it, even though it reminded her of another hunger of hers. She hated to sleep alone. Really hated it. When she'd been alone, it had been one thing, but having the kids living with her had changed her a little. Without meaning to at all, she'd gotten the feeling that they were a little family. An odd one sure, but still ... It made her feel as though there was somebody missing and the men she'd known, ... well, since the kids, she'd stopped seeing anyone. Too many things to fear and worry about. Even alone as the head of the family, she always did her best for them. But they'd been living on a shoestring and the strain had been hard on her. Like just about anybody, Delia wanted to have the love of another for her. She wanted another adult to share the load with and to talk to. After all day scraping by, month after month, she ached to have someone to hold on to at night. "Delia?" He whispered, "I notice that you're playing with yourself." He couldn't really have seen it, but they were alike in the ability to sense things in each other. "If you'd like, why not turn around and I can help you too?" She stopped and asked, "Is that what you'd really like to do?" He didn't need to speak because she had her answer in her feeling of him even quicker. But he did anyway. "Yes, especially if you could ... talk to me again in that speech and the way that you were speaking English a little while ago." She moved then to turn herself around and lie beside him, lifting her leg to give him access to her bare and almost dripping sex. She didn't know all of the details. She only knew that for ones like her and her father, there was no such thing as pubic hair. What she had was only what she'd gotten from her mother -- and that was only there when she took that form. It disappeared the instant that she was like this. She didn't know if he'd mind a girl with disappearing pubic hair. She hoped not. She preferred being like this. In fact, she'd even shaved her hair in the human form. But if she stayed that way for a few days, it always grew back. "Grnsh tohn, Sammael. Tinh shi soh-hattept do-OOhnsah kah." It was back to her accented English after that as he'd asked. "For you, new friend who thinks me beautiful, this one would do much." She was very curious as to whether what she had to offer him body-wise was good enough, because suddenly, she really hoped that it would be. She thrilled to feel his hands on her and it amazed her the way that he ran his palm over her flank while the other one held up her tail and caressed it so softly. She was certain that he'd never done this before and to know this about someone like her ... As she felt the first of his soft and gentle kisses there, Delia felt a few of her issues settle out for her. His tongue parted her lips and finding that there were two sets to a female there, he quickly began to lick and suck them very softly, suddenly knowing that what seeped in her there had to be the most wonderful thing that he'd ever tasted. The fact that she liked what he was doing made him feel pretty good, too. A long, low moan slipped out of her unbidden. It surprised her but she didn't cut it short and it went on and on as she sucked Sammael. As it went on, it was slowly taking on the tonal qualities of the sort of sound that a cat might make in warning -- though that wasn't what was meant and Sammael knew it. He was actually happy that he could cause her to feel pleasure on this scale. To Sammael, this meeting between them was the most awesome fortune to him. He liked Delia very much for a few reasons. He'd been here for a few months looking for work and it wasn't working out. More than anything, he wanted a friend, since from his side of things, he really sucked at finding one and he always had. He knew that he was different from almost everyone else, and that sort of knowledge just adds several degrees of difficulty to things all by itself. After his one experience, he was fighting his own natural shyness these days. He'd never think of it, but the truth was that he was very attractive to both sexes, but these days he just misinterpreted signs of interest that he saw and it made things even harder for him. But Delia was different. Well, besides being different. She wasn't like everyone else either, so he just knew that she must have always had problems which were similar to his. And for once, he wanted to just let go of all of the things which he'd always felt as though he had to hold in check. Also, ... for once, there was someone who was stunningly beautiful to him and she was interested in him. He knew that now too. Not that he'd been looking for it exactly, but he'd had sex ed in school and he knew what a clitoris was, where it was located roughly, and what it was for. He'd just never had the opportunity or the internal courage to ever get this close to one before; well, ... one which was attached to a girl that he'd have wanted to know. His looks attracted people easily, but he'd never traded on them, being much too shy because he was different. Besides, back in school, he was the penultimate nerd, awkward beyond belief and painfully cognisant of it. He'd only come into his own at almost eighteen and by then, well, the damage had been done. He only looked the way that he did now because he'd given up trying to fit in and unwittingly ... He'd become incredibly attractive in doing it. But he was still saddled with his uncertainty. Delia seemed to know it and understand. Without thinking too hard about it, his tongue found her clitoris and her angry cat sound went up in steps with every soft swipe of his tongue. Her sounds were really getting interesting, now containing her soft mewling and the odd little cry as well as her pleasured sighs -- all interspersed over the background of that moan which never stopped. He'd never heard anything even like the sound -- well, except from possibly an angry cat just before the fur was about to fly in an alley fight between two or more of them. He guessed correctly when he surmised that it must be a demon thing. Delia raised her head and cried out loud and long; her eyes squeezed shut as an orgasm took her. While the wave seemed to pass under her slowly, she laid her face against him. When she could, she redoubled her efforts and the second time that she came; he did as well, so it was a busy time for her. When she'd gotten all that she could from him, she just relaxed in the glow and smiled softly. But Sammael wasn't finished trying to show her how he felt and Delia gasped softly as he moved a little and she felt his tongue against a part of her which no one had ever shown any sort of interest in. "Ohhhhhh," she groaned quietly and she felt herself relaxing to give in to the feeling. As she sighed, she had a thought and wondered if he could possibly know; this golden--haired one. She decided that he couldn't but it was so very nice to feel it like this. She'd never felt anything like this before, though she did like to tease herself there sometimes with a lubricated finger. "If you keep doing that," she groaned, "I'll just be a happy little puddle and I won't be able to get up. I love that you'd do this for me Sammael, but ..." He stopped and they were silent for a moment before she spun around faster than he'd have believed possible and she hugged him so tightly for a few minutes before she kissed him because she just had to. She pushed him further onto his back then and she looked down with a soft smile. When she spoke, she put the head mannerisms of her brand of infernal speech together with the accented English that he seemed to like to hear from her. "Sammael, treasured lover of this one in the sunshine," she smiled as her head weaved side to side a small amount, "this one wishes to hear that you have no other once more and, ... it would make this one very happy to go with you for a time at least -- so that we might see what each can learn of the other. Will you try ... with ..." She was something more than a human female to be sure, but she still had that in her and ... Human females don't say these things the way that demon females can and do with a male they like so much almost right out of the gate, so this was where she ran out of gas. A Thing She Just Can't Fight Ch. 01 Before she could fret much about it, she watched as Sammael lit up the area with his nodding smile. "Delia," he said softly, "look at me. My face is like a glazed donut and if I smile any more, something is bound to crack or break off or something. We're pretty much completely different, but we're also the same in some ways. I know that part of you needs to say something -- it's just the way that you are. I think it's the human part that's a little scared, so ..." He reached up and moved her long hair aside for a second. "Think about it. Here like this, you can have trouble saying what you'd really like to, and for once, I'm not afraid about misunderstanding the words. I can't listen any more intently than I am right now. So say it to me the other way, and if it makes you feel better, hide inside the demon-girl as you do. You know that I'll understand it and why I want so much to hear it. I'm only part human too, so I know what's going on here." Delia gazed down in mild shock for a moment before her smile began again and she nodded, "Bezztan shin, Sammael. Dronnek tah shi-ihn si? Muhl kinik doh." He nodded, "Sure I do. I've never had the courage to ask anyone either. I don't have anyone." Delia laid her head down on his chest and reached up to toy with his golden curls in a little bit of fascination with a sigh, "Thank you, Sammael. I just couldn't say it, and it was killing me to be stuck like that with it hanging and feeling like an idiot. I've never said that to anyone in my life." She raised her head then, "But I've got to get a move on now. I didn't bank on something like this, meeting someone like you. I think I've got enough for some kind of meal for us. I don't know your circumstances, but ... wouldja want to come and meet my kids? Or is saying that something that you don't want to hear right now?" He laughed a little, "I'd be happy to." She moved to get up and he felt coolness on his skin in a few places where she'd lain against him. When he reached to see what it was, his fingertips came up wet and Delia looked supremely embarrassed when he looked at her with a curious expression. "I'm very sorry," she said quietly, "I'm enough of a demon girl for my tits to leak sometimes. Human girls need a lot to get started, though it's easier once they're nursing. I don't need much of anything." She looked over and she saw that he could tell that she was holding something back, so she hung her head and said the rest. "It doesn't take much to get one of us started, I guess. They're too old for it, but there've been a few times when I just couldn't scrape together enough for my kids to have very much to eat, so ... with nothing else, I just couldn't let them go to bed hungry and ... I've been lucky lately and I find enough to feed us all by some miracle almost every day, these days, but ..." She looked up, "Sammael, I've been afraid to let myself dry up, since I never know if one day I won't be able to get enough food for them to eat, so ... I stole a breast pump from a drug store. That way, if I need to, I can at least give them each a small glass of milk, and ..." She looked down again, not able to go on. Sammael reached over to lift her chin and she looked into those green eyes, knowing that he knew that she was still holding something back. His expression was open, as it always seemed to be whenever their eyes met and that made withholding something from someone who looked so ... pure to her eyes even more difficult. He said nothing, but she felt that he cared and she also knew that he was waiting. When she spoke again, it came out of her as the softest whisper. "I never had much in the way of boobs at all, and I like having at least something, as small as they are, so I ... I use the pump, even if ... well, even though they have enough food to eat. I'm sorry." There was a pause which hung between them for a moment. In that time, Delia thought that she'd just lost him. But she was surprised to find that she wasn't the only one who could move faster than most eyes could follow and in the next instant, she found herself against him, feeling his kisses as he rolled them onto their sides, holding her with one arm around her and holding her hair and her head so carefully as he kissed her. He pulled back for a moment and he shook his head with that soft smile of his which seemed to lift her heart from wherever it was mounted in her chest and make everything alright. "Jesus, Delia. It's ok. I understand." She wanted to ask the stupid thing -- which didn't seem stupid at the moment, but she didn't. There was no need to say, "You do?" It just wasn't necessary -- not if the warmth coming out of his chest to her was anything to judge by. "You're not going to scratch up a meal for us tonight out of the money you get from tin cans. Delia, I know enough about you to tell that if you did, it would amaze me no matter what it was. I'm paying for dinner for you and your kids. And stop feeling ashamed." He kissed her again and Delia couldn't help herself. She just melted into his arms as she tried without very much success to fight off her tears of relief for a few minutes. He cupped one of her breasts and he smiled as he coaxed a droplet of milk out of the nipple rather easily with the softest squeeze. "Can I taste it?" Delia smiled because she couldn't help it. "Yes, but I'm not sure that it would be good for you. Sammael, I'm half, ... well, not human. I don't know if demon's milk would be healthy for you. Don't get me wrong. Right now, they're starting to ache for it, but I don't know ..." He lowered his head and licked the drop and she gasped. Then he saw that doing it now caused the nipple to begin to weep out another drop and it was about to run in the wetness that he'd left behind. "I love it," he smiled, and he lowered his head and began to suckle. Delia groaned and her head went back as she clutched his to hold him to her breast. Like anything else about him, it seemed to Delia, he was straightforward and honest in even this as he suckled at her breast softly, just enough to coax her milk from her. She could tell that he was hungry for it after only a few moments, but he didn't suck greedily. If anything she thought, as she reveled in being able to give him something in return for his sweet seed, he treated this in an almost reverent way, and somewhat to her surprise, it felt even better to her for it. When he'd taken it all and was lifting his head, Delia quickly reached to offer him the other one. He looked at it and then up at her, and she tried not to stare, seeing that demon's milk was indeed having an effect, from what she could see. "Please?" she urged, "Please take it all, Sammael. From what you said, I won't have to worry about feeding anyone but you and, ... I really want you to have it. You make me feel so good like this." He looked at her for a moment and then he nodded, moving his head to get to her other nipple. Once he'd begun, Delia's response was rather simple, but to him -- to them both actually -- it made perfect sense. "Ohh Sammael ..." It took perhaps ten minutes or less and she had no more to give. He hadn't pulled hard, but he'd gotten it all from her and lay kissing the breasts which she thought were too small to interest anyone much. Several minutes of it later, and Delia knew what he was trying to tell her in it. He was far past being only interested. The way that he spoke his quiet thanks for having been allowed something such as this went right into Delia's chest. She kissed his head with a sigh, "That's never felt so good to me, Sammael. I ought to be thanking you." He raised his head at that and Delia stared for several seconds before she began to chuckle. From there, it went to a quiet laugh and then she just couldn't hold it back anymore and she laughed until her tears came once more. "What?" Sammael asked as he lifted his head a little higher. "Y-your eyes, "she smiled when she had a little breath and she bent her head to try to kiss him. He allowed it, even moving forward so that she could get to his lips, "Well, SOMEthing came to you from me, at least. Your eyes have gone all Christmassy." It bent his brain a little and he tilted his head, "Christmassy?" She'd gone back to her gentle laughter by then and it took her a few seconds before she nodded, "Uh-huh, they're green in the middle and they're almost glowing red-hot everywhere else. Come on, let me up and we'd better get going." On their first try, it had begun well. But they didn't really get there for a time. Delia had been correct -- something HAD come to him from her milk. And it's effects on a person such as he was ... Well, depending on one's viewpoint, it might have been a little predictable. Sammael had been trying to help Delia up, his hand on her tummy for a second. But the touch brought something rising up in them both. In Delia, it was what she'd have really wanted if someone had asked her afterward and if she'd been honest about it. In Sammael, it took him a little from the kind and polite -- and not to mention considerate -- sort of half-man, half-angelic being that he was to something, ... well, just a little wilder. His eyes were still glowing or appearing to in their intensity and redness and it was a sign of the essence of the demon's milk coursing through him at the time. He didn't want to let her up, and she didn't want to be let up. They looked at each other and they just knew it. Delia had an insane idea, given that she didn't really know just how deep this went in Sammael. She also hoped that his idea of beauty was rather highly placed in him, because ... They were kissing more and more feverishly and she wanted a little distance to see if he'd like her in a different way. A female that one considers to be lovely just has to have a lot more appeal when she'd looking wanton than one who really isn't lovely. And the way that Delia's little heart felt about Sammael, she now needed to look that way to him. She knew that she was throwing him a test, the sort of thing that only a female of her kind might do -- well to judge her appeal to a male demon, since it was all the reference that she had to go with here. But she'd already decided that, ... Oh, she wanted this one so much. She lowered her face and very carefully rubbed her head and horns under his jaw. "Hey, Baby, wanna see something that I can do? Bet you've never seen anything like it. Just gimme a tiny bit of room, ok?" It stopped him and he nodded, lying back to look at her. Delia moved to lie on her back, her head facing him and she spread her legs slowly. He didn't look at that; he was stuck on her face, but she knew that he had peripheral vision. He watched as she reached for her sex very languidly and cooed a little to him, seeing the effect of that on him plainly for what she was. It was when she lifted one knee so that she could move her tail that she saw him rising without even needing to look. Her tail was teasing what he had and she could see that he liked it. But then she pulled it away and he blinked at her as he watched that tail curl up in space between her legs and come to her face, teasing one of her own nipples as it went. She opened her mouth and saw him watch as she brought the tip in. It went into her open mouth and then it just kept going for a second. Sammael blinked, seeing that she had to have at least eight inches of it in. She closed her lips around it and began to draw it out slowly, letting him see the way that she stopped now and then to put as much spit on it as she could. Her face developed a lascivious expression as she pulled her tail out of her mouth and she saw his eyes follow it's progress through the air as it moved back to hover over her sex. At that point, she jammed her tail into herself and she moved her hips to receive it better. His eyes widened as she began to fuck herself. Delia's eyes closed slowly and she began to moan as her tail started to oscillate in and out faster. Delia reached over and without needing to look, she grasped his hardness and stroked it a little. "Sammael," she whispered, "I want you. I'm just fooling here to get me up for it. But if you want me, Honey, well, ... I'm ready now." She released him as soon as she felt his movements beginning and she withdrew her tail as he got to his knees over her. As he positioned himself to mount her, Delia gasped to look at his face. It was still the same sweet manly face and she could even still see some of the angelic aspects in it. But other than that, ... Holy fuck, she thought, wondering just what she'd done. He leaned a little to get into her opening and then he reached for her hips and lifted them where she'd have expected him to lower himself more. Oh no, ... he took her by lifting her and drawing her toward him. He was still the same one, not nuts or overly lust-crazed, she guessed. He was mindful that her bare skin was on top of weathered wood, so he was careful. She groaned to feel him slide in and she had her answer in seconds. He wanted her. Of course he did, but he also cared about her -- trying as she was not to invoke every demonic name from Abaddon to Ziminiar over her absolute joy to have proven herself correct. By fuck, that really WAS a heavenly thing that he had. She bucked and moaned for him, keened and cried out as she writhed before him. Her voice shifted downward in inverse proportion to her rising lust and happiness. It raised the hair at the back of his neck and he felt her tail slip in between his thighs to poke his anus just a little. He looked at her as though he'd gone a little insane and she loved to see it in him. She noticed that he looked as though he was about to lie down on her. She'd have loved that at about any other time than this first fuck between them. Delia arched her back and he watched her begin to rise - even though her head and shoulders were still on the porch. She rose a little more and her upper body finally began to come along with the rest of her. Before he knew it, she'd wrapped her legs around him and she was still rising, and given her horns and her eyes, and the rest of her beautiful features, Sammael was smitten -- absolutely irreversibly smitten as she came to him. She gently embraced his neck and he lifted one hand from where he was holding both of her hips and he placed it over her ribs on that side. As the feeling grew more and more intense in each of them, Delia's wings appeared as did Sammael's. At times, they wrapped them as they could around each other and at other times, they were only held out to allow a little of the breeze to cool them. But overall, Sammael remained on his knees, holding Delia as she writhed and fucked against him. They slowed at one point and it went on as an almost stationary coupling, though Delia used her muscles to keep working his shaft inside of her. Sammael began to notice that there were words in her soft noises and he listened as he could. She was very quietly reciting names. He only got the first few and he had to really think about them, as difficult as it was for him. "Semjâzâ. Azazel. Shemhazai. Ouza. ...." It went on and on and when she'd finished, Delia began to buck against him with a vengeance until at last, she came again and hung shuddering against him as he climaxed and filled her. He laid her down very gently and she looked up and reached for him so that he had to lie down with her and she wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could while still allowing him to breathe at least and he found the moment to ask. "What were those names you were reciting? I knew the first few, but after that, ..." "The two hundred," she smiled. "I was so happy and for some reason, I thought of the ... I don't know if there's a name for the whole bunch together. I just know that the first three or four were the leaders. There were two hundred angels cast out of heaven for coming to earth and taking human women as wives. Besides having fun I guess, they were also condemned for teaching magic, the arts of war to men, and the arts of deception and the whole cosmetic industry to women. It's a long story, but I think the reason that I felt like doing it was just, ... I dunno, it just felt a little good to do and also, ... I don't know if you'd be able to see it my way, but to me, you're like my Semjâzâ. They were in pretty deep over what they did cheesing off the big guy over there, but I kind of see you as really strong and kind to want me -- since I uh, ..., well, it's pretty obvious that you do want me. Anyway," she grinned, "It is done, as they say and we know each other in juuuust maybe a bit better than a biblical sense. And I'm happy, Sammael. For the first time in I don't know how long, I'm happy." He chuckled, "I'm happy too, but are you gonna recite scripture every time?" She shook her head, "No. I was thinking that the next time, I'd impress you be reciting every Betty Crocker recipe I know." His eyebrows rose at that, "Do you know a lot? I could get a pocket recorder so I can get it all down if you want and --" She shook her head laughing, "I was kidding. It's a REALLY short list, the few that I know. I think what's more important is that we can do it together and neither one of us bursts into flame. That was really good. I loved the way that you looked then." He nodded, "Oh yeah. I really loved the way that you sort of lifted up like some ... I don't know what, but I liked it." --------------------------- He got up and opened the cabin door to retrieve a few of his things. Less than a minute later she'd changed back into a completely dressed woman, standing on the ground below, waiting for him as she folded her leathery wings. As he landed, his wings faded and he was clothed, standing in a T-shirt which left very little to the female imagination as to his body's fat content and rather tight-fitting straight leg jeans. They looked almost like a set. Delia wondered a little about the way that he was looking at her and he smiled, "You're amazing this way too." Delia laughed and shouldered her pack by one strap as she took his hand, "Where in the hell have you been all this time?" "Not uh, there," he said with a chuckle. "So tell me about your kids." "They're not mine," she said, "I just take care of them. I found them lost and crying in the woods; a girl and a little boy. I was gonna bring them to the police, but they're something like me and I know they'd just get doped up on all of the antidepressants and sedatives while the shrinks pretend to know what they're doing. It can only end badly as soon as one of them gets big enough to be able to harm somebody and after that, all that'll be needed is just one of them getting mad and there'll be blood. That's what they did to me, so I wasn't gonna let that happen to somebody else -- especially that small. Hanna told me that their folks abandoned them out there and left in a car that was loaded down with stuff like they were moving. So I'm raising them now. I just gotta always be careful. I mean, I don't have any legal standing to have them at all. We're not related, so we're always a little afraid that we'll be found out one day and they'll be taken away from me." "You said that they're like you," Sammael said, "Are they ... " "Yes and no," Delia nodded, "I've never been able to figure it out. Hanna's the only one with much of any sort of memory that goes back much and she doesn't know. She's eight and little Bartholomew is six -- and by the way, that's the way he wants to hear himself addressed as, just so you know. A Thing She Just Can't Fight Ch. 01 Most times, he won't even answer to Bart -- unless it's me and he knows that he's in trouble and has a reason to be." She looked at Sammael and chuckled, "I guess I ought to tell you what they look like, so it's not such a huge shock." She pushed her hair behind one ear as they walked, "You ever seen any of those pictures of the most unlikely couples, I mean, ... just what an advertising executive probably put together of the 'typical American Family'? You know what I mean? The young upwardly mobile pair with killer bodies; the man who's tall, dark and gorgeously handsome married to the incredibly beautiful Nordic-looking blonde -- and if either of them really were office types, they for damn sure wouldn't look that good unless they spent every evening at the gym. They have more disposable income than at least several third-world countries combined between them, and their kids look just like them, only their hair color is reversed?" Yeah," Sammael laughed a little, "I see them all the time, depending on the product in the ads. Why?" Delia's chuckle turned into a laugh as well, "Well, hang onto your socks and try to imagine if we had kids between us, you and me -- only we're not that human couple, are we? That's what I mean, though. Hanna looks like she could be your daughter or little sister and Bartholomew looks a lot like me when they let themselves be seen. That's also what I meant when I said that I've never been able to figure it out. As far as they know, they're brother and sister. But both of them have told me that their parents were humans. Supposing that they're right about that - and they can feel things just like you and I can, then it's not possible. I've even thought about that couple maybe allowing a demon to have a little fun with the woman, since I've heard of that kind of thing before. That could work," Delia said as they turned onto the road, "But I can't see an angel doing her. I mean, you're proof that it can happen between a human male and an angelic female, but I doubt that even that happens very often. And for what?" she asked, "Why would a human woman want to get knocked up by both kinds and then abandon her kids? There's not enough sense in it to go on for me, at least. All I know is that I love them to death. I'd kill for them. I already have -- well, in a roundabout way that they don't know about." She related a story of when she'd been stealing a few vegetables for her kids to eat in a garden one evening and an old woman came out and snuck up from behind her. Delia had been so tense and guilty over what she'd been doing that she hadn't felt the woman's approach until she was being hit over the head and shoulders with something -- which, it turned out later -- had been the old woman's hickory cane. She'd turned around, partially shifting in self-defence as she did and the woman had yelled out that she was evil and damned her. Damned her to Hell. For stealing a few vegetables. Delia had seized the old bitch by the neck. "I try to keep two small children -- human children - among the living, and I am forced to steal a little here and there for them to eat. Look at me. Do you think they'll give me welfare money? The woman got over the first of her fright and said that Delia should go back to Hell for stealing, since it was where she'd likely come from anyway. Then her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed. Delia could sense a lot of things - like a frail and aged heart. She just couldn't sense a faulty pacemaker, though she did dial 911. When the emergency operator came on the line, Delia dropped the phone in the woman's hand and walked away. And she took five carrots more as she left. Three days later, after the woman's condition had been stabilized, Delia walked into the intensive care ward of the hospital and drew the curtains closed around the woman's bed. She moved her hand and everyone, from the doctors to the patients was struck deaf and unable to move for a quarter of an hour. Then she nudged the old girl -- who cowered clutching her bible as she watched Delia change before her -- all the way. Delia wrenched the book from the old hands and the woman cried out. "No one can hear you, Beverly Gartner. And this won't help you much either." She smiled then, showing her teeth and beginning to chuckle as she tore bite-sized chunks out of the book. "You damned me to Hell, you greedy, miserly, wealthy old cow. Stupid people like you who really have no idea tend to throw that word around like it's nothing. There is such a place, though not one living human knows of it or what it's like; not one of you, not even the ones who use it in their sermons. Well I've got relations there and they know some people on the other side. A little professional courtesy in both directions and Perdition is keeping a cell open just for you, now that they know ALL of the things that you've done. So you're not going where you'd hoped to go, Honey. I didn't have anything to do with that. I just got them to take a look at you and your high and mighty life. If I ever get to Hell, I'll look you up. I've never been there, Sweetie, but I've looked in through the gates to talk to my aunts about you." Her face lost much of it's humor and she growled low in her throat -- a shuddering, seething sound as she said, "I'm just going to set you on the road to the right place, that's all." Old Mrs. Gartner only managed to stutter half of her way through the Lord's prayer when the inside surfaces of the curtains turned crimson and ran with her blood. "I guess this is about where I tell you that I'm not completely good, Sammael." She sighed a little, "I'm not evil either, well I don't think I am. I'm just not above stealing food for my kids and getting pissed over hearing something beyond stupid after getting cracked over the head with a stick a few times." Sammael shrugged, "So? I think it's more important that you raise your kids right so they know the difference themselves. Look, I know how I look, alright? But I'm not from there. I'm pretty sure that if I showed up, I'd find the gates locked to me. As far as I can tell, they don't want to know about me anyway. I don't really care, Delia. I just try to live my life doing what's right, not what somebody else says is good. If I was that way, I don't think that you and I would have had as much fun as we did. And the word for you is chaotic Delia, and there's nothing wrong with that at all. Look around. This whole planet runs on it and always has. It can't ever be good and I doubt that, aside from the odd reign of terror here and there, it can't really be evil either. Just read a newspaper sometime and think about it, I don't think that you could tell me that it's anything BUT chaotic." They walked on then, not saying anything as Delia absorbed it. When she looked at him again, he took her hand in a very definite way as though to say that THAT subject -- the one whether she was good or evil -- was closed, now that he'd settled it. Delia wanted to kiss him again just for that. "Sammael," she said very quietly after a minute. "I doubt that you'd know of it, but there are many kinds of demons, and probably several species of each kind. The one which I'm like is something like the hellish equivalent to angels in terms of what they do, though I guess it's out of what you might call a darker intent, I guess. They have their customs -- like any sort of creatures with a brain, I suppose." Before she could lock up again out of any discomfort from her human side, Delia said, "What you did to me there on the deck is one of them, licking under my tail the way that you did." He turned to look at her in curiosity, "Really?" She nodded and was quiet for a moment as she chose her words. Sammael waited. "It's, ... well, it's done quite often among pairs who mate out of more than just the moment. Lots of the different species do that, of course, but not the kind that I'm, ... um, ... like. They don't do it to just anyone." Sammael looked a little confused for a moment, "Well, who do they do it to?" Delia was running out of road, being rapidly overtaken by her human side again, but she tried to go on anyhow. "That one kind, ..." "You mean the kind that you're like?" he smiled, liking the way that she could look so uncertain as she searched for the best ways to say something to someone different from her. She nodded, "Yes." She looked up, trying to find the best way to say it, "Demons, ... well, the higher kinds, they aren't always nasty to each other. Sometimes, ... sometimes they even manage to feel love in a real way, and ... they, ..." "They do that," he suggested, trying to coax her a little, "Go on, Delia, please." She shrugged, "Obviously, I've never seen it, but I know that they, ... do that as a way to, ... state their desire to another that they have, ... well, a hope for... If that one likes it and the one doing it, the gesture can be looked at as a sort of ... um, ... proposal in a carnal sort of way. It's like saying that he or she likes that and would want to do that with the other one, in sort of a relationship sort of, um, ... way." Sammael nodded in silent understanding. "So was that the reason that you made that gesture to me?" Delia looked to be about a quarter of an inch away from being mortified. She nodded, "Yes. Sammael, I didn't even think about it. It -- it just happened. I felt that way about you instantly. I -- I even knew that you'd like it and then it just happened." He nodded again, looking thoughtful "But you meant it, didn't you?" Delia nodded, "I couldn't help it." He still looked thoughtful. "What is the correct response to the gesture -- if it is welcomed and shared between those two hopeful types?" She sort of slowed to a stop and looked at him. "What you did. It was the correct answer. What you did was the perfect reply. If we were two demons of that sort, it's a way of asking and answering and both then know that it would be welcomed by either one." "A way of saying that it's on the menu, so to speak?" he asked. Delia nodded, "Yes. Only we're not the -- " "Well I'm glad that I got that right, then," he smiled. She stopped dead right there and her mouth didn't just drift open. Her mouth fell open. All that was missing was the clang from her chin hitting the ground. She just gaped at him for a moment. She recovered in the next instant and threw her arms around him and kissed him right there in the middle of the dusty road. When they pulled apart a little, Delia was a little shocked at the sort of growls that he made -- or tried to -- in her speech. It confused her a little, since he mixed up the placement of some of the words in the sentence. "This one," she said, trying to make it flow by moving his words to help him, "wishes ... to ..." He said it again, the way that she had phrased it. "You wish to try with me?" she asked. He nodded, "As you said it, not the way that I tortured it. I should have left well enough alone and used English." "'Sho' is to say a love which is of all types," she said quietly, "the heart, the mind and the body - well, the emphasis is probably in the wrong order, the way I said it. 'Nesht' is giving or the giving of, and 'si' is just conjugation. 'Si' means me or I. 'Su' means you. "Seh' means he or his, 'sa' means her or hers, and 'sik' means they or theirs." She stopped as a realization came to her out of left field suddenly. Her face moved side to side a little in a searching manner, "Sho nesht si?" He looked perplexed, "I understand the question, but I don't know the right way to say it from my side, I think. But yes, I do, Delia." He smiled with a small laugh that he couldn't really help, "I really do." "Close enough, Blondie," she laughed, "I heard and saw what I needed to in there someplace." They walked along a little further, Delia with her hands jammed into the pockets of her jeans and feeling like a thirteen year-old in love for the first time -- well, just about eight years late, she guessed. She reached for his hand as they walked and kept her eyes on the road ahead, maintaining the small smile on her face which just wouldn't leave, no matter what she did. She knew that he was looking at her. It didn't matter. "Sho nesht su," she said quietly, still not taking her eyes off the road. He asked and she smiled, still walking, "That's what you say to me if, ... well, if you meant what you said." He stopped and she did too. Delia looked up slowly and she saw his face as he concentrated for a moment. Then, to her pleased surprise, he moved his head in the right way and said it, "Sho nesht su, Delia." She was so happy, she wanted to cry. It was the dumbest thing, she told herself over the way that she felt and acted. There had never been this for her, not ever. But to her mind, the time for feeling like a glowing star and almost dancing just as she walked because of what a male had said and shown to her for the very first time was long past. Rationally, she'd missed out on that time, since it had never happened for her. She began to chuckle. "Oh, what the fuck," she laughed and let go his hand to reach around and walk with her arm around him. "What was that all about?" he asked and she lost the rest of her self-control and just giggled, "I think I'm having the kind of young girl moment that it's just too late to have." He nodded to allow her to have her moment, and she knew it at once. She would have questioned it, but then she saw the expression on his face as they began to walk again and she knew. Sammael was having his own too late to have moment. Several minutes later, he'd been able to move on to something which had troubled him a little. "Stop for a second," he said. Delia stopped and looked up, "What is it?" "I don't know yet," he said honestly, "Just stand still. There's something that I want to see." Delia had no idea what this was about, but she stood still as he stepped behind her and lifted her long hair. "What is it?" she asked. "Wait a sec, ... " he said as he fished his phone out of his pocket. She held still a little longer, listening to the device as he took several photos. He let her hair go and tried to smooth it out for her for a moment as he looked at his phone, "There's something on your skin, just at the hairline at the back of your skull." She reached back and her eyes widened, "What the hell is that?" He held up his phone, "Small scabs. You've been bitten by something there." Delia was about to freak, "What, like I've got fleas?" He shook his head, and she saw only concern in his face and she knew why he'd used the phone in an instant. She wasn't completely certain, so she asked, "You could have just shown me with your hands, right? You could have made a place in the air for me to see." He nodded, "I didn't want you to think that I was trying to steer you in any way. Something's been feeding on you, likely while you slept." She grimaced and shook her head trying to suppress the way that she wanted to shudder, "Oh, I feel so dirty." His arm went over her shoulders then and he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Well don't. This isn't from something like fleas. The marks are from something larger. I don't know the word for it. I only have my name -- and I don't want to say it -- at least not until I know better. Don't worry about it for now. There's no infection -- outside OR inside of you." "You can tell that?" she asked, a little amazed and he nodded. "Come on, there's my car. Let's go pick up your kids."