The green flame of the torches cast flickering light and shadow over the tunnel. Malice's bare feet walked over the loose rocks and dusty floor of the cave. They padded lightly up a set of steps to a small circular door, one of many carved out bed chambers in the tunnel. This section of the Harkness East Cave network was called Darkfall XI and housed a lot of younger adult demons. Many of the demons Malice had grown up with were in the neighbouring chambers. They'd left the juvenile care centre a few months ago and this area was cheap. If they could make enough money, they'd one day be able to afford their own cave. For now this place served them well. It was great for socialising with others their age, and no one to complain about them making too much noise. There was even a dining hall nearby for the residents that served low priced meals.
"Kohl?" Malice said, parting the curtain over the door three down from hers.
It was dark inside, and her fingers fumbled around the wall by the door until they hit a sconce. She took the candle and jumped down to the ground. Lighting the wick on a torch, she returned to Kohl's chamber and sat it on the low table next to the futon bed. Pulling her tunic over her head, she lay down on the bed to wait for him to get back from his job. She was in the mood for some fun and Kohl was her usual lover. Demons called them a pair because they were together a lot, but that didn't mean they were exclusive. Sex demons had open relationships and Malice had been with many of her friends, sometimes more than one at once.
Slipping her hand down her work bloomers, Malice flicked her vertical clitoral hood piercing and ran a claw around her already slick opening. She dipped a finger inside and stroked her walls.
"Come on, Kohl. Where are you?" She squeezed her legs together and pulled her hand out.
She heard someone coming up the stone steps. The curtain swept aside and Kohl's pretty face appeared. He stared at her for a second. Then his mouth curved into a wicked smile.
"Malice."
"Hello, lover."
The incubus crawled over and kissed her cheek, before turning around to dump his bag by the door. "What are you doing half-naked in my bed?"
She looked adorable in her knee length bloomers with lace trim, nothing more than her leather binder covering her breasts. Her long dark purple hair was twisted into a plait, hiding her tiny two-inch horns that ran backwards from above her pointed ears. In the candlelight her rosy pink skin appeared a darker red and soft as down, though he knew it to be scalier in truth.
"Waiting desperately for you to get home," Malice said, sitting up.
He shot her a sly glance as he stripped off his outdoor gear. "Desperately?"
"For you to fulfil my lustful desires," she said dramatically in a low grazing voice and burst into giggles.
"You and your lustful desires." Kohl ran his claws up her sides, tickling her ribs. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the bed onto his lap where he sat on the floor. He patted at her bloomers. "You're covered in flour."
"I'm always covered in flour. And you're always covered in dirt."
The coating of white powder was an occupational consequence of working in a bakery. Kohl worked in the fields up on the surface and always came home with soil under his claws.
"I'll go get cleaned up," he said, reaching for a towel. He looked exhausted.
Malice tightened her grip on him. "No, we can go to the waterfall baths after. I have an itch deep inside."
"I can scratch that for you." Balancing her on his legs, Kohl slid his tunic over his head.
Malice unbuckled the straps holding the wide leather belt around her breasts. It kept them bound to her so they didn't get in the way while she worked. Kohl immediately went for the one with the piercing, tugging at the bar while he massaged the mound. It felt good to have them free from the sweaty leather, and better to have them played with.
Malice shifted to straddle his waist. Her neck arched as the incubus took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Her tail serpentined behind her and her breathing got heavier. Malice rubbed herself over his semi-hard cock. Impatient to feel it inside her, she stuck a hand between them to untie his loincloth. Kohl was less gentle, urging her up, and pulling her bloomers and loincloth down in one motion. Malice rolled off him to wriggle them the rest of the way off and cast them aside. She grabbed a hold of his cock and milked her hands up its length. The unfamiliar feeling on the underside made her stop. Instead of the one piercing she was expecting, there were two.
"You got a new frenum."
