Kuronue's eyes fluttered over the small crowd and he swallowed thickly. Oh, dear god. This was really happening. Closing his eyes, without the use of a wand, he removed the spell that kept his demonic traits invisible, let his wings unfurl and spread wide for the sake of the girls, enjoying their widened eyes and shocked expressions.
It took him a moment to look at Mamechiho, almost worrying that she'd be screaming, and yet she was only looking at him in the same manner as the other girls. Avid, anticipatory.
Oh god. He had to close his eyes then, and he could still feel them watching, hear the titters and whispers of them all. He'd never felt so on display and yet at the same time worshipped. It was, at the core of it all, loving. He started working on removing his vest, slipped it over his shoulders and wings and let it fall to the ground.
Not long after he'd gotten it, Kuronue had slipped the prayer bead from Inari under his skin, and there was a slight bump hidden by the leather that wound around his forearm, but he double checked to be sure it wasn't noticed while he worked at his belt, the zipper on his leather pants. It was nice to be out of them having been forced to remain in them after coming in them like a teenage boy.
Then he was naked, and obviously the girls had reacted as soon as he'd pulled his pants down far enough, but there reaction had his knees giving in. He ended up on his hands and knees by Yukimura, staring at the tatami flooring and panting, clenching his eyes shut. "Yuki," he breathed, feeling precome slide down the length of his cock.
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Date: 2011-08-23 01:33 pm (UTC)It took him a moment to look at Mamechiho, almost worrying that she'd be screaming, and yet she was only looking at him in the same manner as the other girls. Avid, anticipatory.
Oh god. He had to close his eyes then, and he could still feel them watching, hear the titters and whispers of them all. He'd never felt so on display and yet at the same time worshipped. It was, at the core of it all, loving. He started working on removing his vest, slipped it over his shoulders and wings and let it fall to the ground.
Not long after he'd gotten it, Kuronue had slipped the prayer bead from Inari under his skin, and there was a slight bump hidden by the leather that wound around his forearm, but he double checked to be sure it wasn't noticed while he worked at his belt, the zipper on his leather pants. It was nice to be out of them having been forced to remain in them after coming in them like a teenage boy.
Then he was naked, and obviously the girls had reacted as soon as he'd pulled his pants down far enough, but there reaction had his knees giving in. He ended up on his hands and knees by Yukimura, staring at the tatami flooring and panting, clenching his eyes shut. "Yuki," he breathed, feeling precome slide down the length of his cock.