Bent, not broken [cw/tw]

They had hoped that this day would be good, that Iola would enjoy herself, but her walking was something they thought they would never see. However the fact that she wasn't sitting down made them worry more. Mostly because they knew how much tear it could be on her hips. Sighing they gave in, leading the way down the street, pushing the empty chair in front of them as Iola had her arm around theirs. The lights were pretty indeed, but walking beside her felt surrealistic, like she should be checked out by some doctors, seeing what had happened to make her actually walk again. However her aphrodisiac was almost impossible to ignore, how she pressed herself closer as they walked. Ezra had always dreamt of seeing her walk and do all the things that the daemons stole from her, but it felt almost bittersweet. Mostly because they were afraid to say anything. There was a fine line between what was okay to say and what wasn't, and they didn't want to put in to her head that they had thought that pushing her around was bad. But walking beside her was comforting in a way they couldn't explain.
The Western District was full of motels and hotels in all types of fashions, and Ezra felt like they were starting to get cold feet. "Are you sure you want this?" they asked hesitantly. Could they ever recover from this if it turned out that they had actually hurt her by giving in? What if her drink had truly been tampered with and they were actively taking advantage of her? Just the thought alone made them sick to their stomach.

She kept looking around with a sweet smile on her lips as she kept close to Ezra while they pushed her chair forward. She knew nothing of the western district, so where ever they were heading was up to them. "I am sure," she answered without hesitation. She spotted a motel and felt her core spin a little as she pulled at their arm to go there. She felt excited when she should have felt nervous, it was like any negative feeling was paused as she had control over her legs. But instead this need of hers reigned inside of her, clouding her judgement from the sense that would have made her keep her feelings at bay. Her feelings were real enough, but the Iola who sat in the chair would never have mustered to even hint at it and the way she had eagerly kissed them in the alley was merely dreams. She looked at them with loving eyes as she touched their arm, fiddling a bit with the fabric. "I just need to feel you," she whispered in sweet agony, kissing their upperarm.

While Iola seemed excited, Ezra felt like they were falling apart inside. Mostly because they were nervous. Nervous that they wouldn't be enough in all regards. That they would fail in doing what she asked of them. Walking towards the motel, their stomach just kept spinning, but they were too weak to say no to her. Nothing in the world could ever make them say no to her when this was what she really wanted.
They got a room, and inside Ezra placed the chair at the bathroom, feeling their body shake a little. It was stupid, because Iola knew them, she knew every part of them, and yet this felt so nerve-racking. Turning to look at her, they felt their breath trembling, placing their hands in the pockets of their jeans, looking down to the ground. "Where do you want me?" they asked, feeling like all confidence they usually shone with was gone. Left was the insecure person, the one that feared that once they removed their clothes, Iola would be disappointed and it would all be over. That once the daemon saw their body, she would turn her back on them and just walk out.

Hearing her speak like this made them frown, feeling like they were shaking a little. It didn't sound like her. She stepped closer, cupping their face and it made them look in to her dark eyes with a frustrated look. What was they supposed to do or say? Ezra felt their body tremble as her hands started moving downwards and as she asked if they even wanted her, the corners of their mouth turned downwards. "I don't know what I want ... I just ... I just want to make you happy and if this makes you happy I'll do it," they said, their voice even trembling, tears appearing in their eyes as they looked at her feeling vulnerable.
"I guess I'm just scared ... Scared that I will never be enough," they confessed. Ezra had cared for Iola for so much of their life, and they truly loved the daemon in front of them right now. But taking it a step further was always troublesome. Moving their hands forward, they took a gentle hold of her hips, pulling her close as their body was trembling a bit. "I just ... I want this to not be something you regret, something you would hold against me and hate me for," they confessed.

Why did her words have to be so sweet and luring, yet they felt like a complete coward? Closing their eyes, they just tried to calm themselves from the nerves building up. How could he explain so she understood that is was truly them that was something the matter with, and not her. Despite her being a daemon, Ezra still saw the seraph in her, that innocent girl that wasn't born to be stuck in that wheelchair.
They still had their eyes closed as she pulled them with her, listening to her sweet pleading voice. By the gods, why did she have to play on their heartstrings like this? She truly knew them well, opening their eyes as she sat down on the bed. Their hands were shaking a little as they reached forward, cupping her face gently with one hand, letting their thumb run over her soft and delicate cheek. "I do trust you ... It's myself that I don't," they explained in a soft voice. It was hard to focus, especially as they saw how she was tearing up. The last thing they wanted to do was make her cry, they had sworn to never be the cause of her sadness. Breathing out they looked away shortly before looking back at her. "Have you ... I'm sorry this is so inappropriate to ask ... Have you done it before?" they asked softly, mostly because she had spoken about them just bending her over the table. It sounded nothing like what they would ever have in mind being with Iola.

It was that feeling of being torn that just kept them from doing what their heart wanted. They wanted her, of course they did, but they were afraid that they would never be able to let her go once they had gotten her. They weren't a control freak, they could never force her to be with them, but they knew their heart would belong to her forever if they decided to do this. They wanted to. So badly, just to stop worrying and just let her feel how much they actually cared for her. When she asked if it was okay that she wanted to be with them, they felt a bit overwhelmed, kneeling down to sit on their knees in front of her legs. Holding her hand between theirs, they kissed her hands slowly, closing their eyes as they prayed for mercy from any god that might listen. "I want to be with you too ... That's all I've ever wanted, but I guess I'm just surprised at how direct you are right now," they admitted, smiling softly against her hands. Breathing out they felt their body tremble once more, moving their hands down from her hands and feeling her thighs. They felt like they were in one of their perverted dreams, the ones where they could be with Iola and nothing and no-one would judge them. Blinking a few times, they seemed to snap back to reality, looking at her with pleading eyes.
"Just ... Don't break my heart," they whispered, leaning down to kiss her knee softly. Sighing against her jeans, they just really wanted to feel her skin against their lips. However would that not be getting ahead of themselves? Moving up to lean over her again, they pushed her back on the bed in a sweet touch, following her and scooting her up along the mattress as if it was the easiest thing in the world. They could feel their heart beat in their chest, but they tried just focussing on looking at Iola, seeing that she was really there and that nothing could change her mind. "Can I kiss you?" they whispered softly, wanting the approval of her before they did anything else. Just to feel her lips would be a blessing in it of itself.

She watched them as they kneeled before her, looking at her hand in their hands, watching how they kissed her skin. Their confession made her core spin a little as she just kept watching them in silence. The notion of them admitting that being with her was all they wanted had rendered her speechless as she just looked at them with memorization, or more as if she was waiting for their move. Their whisper made her frown a little, because she didnt think she had ever considered the fact that she could break their heart. Not that she would consider it now with the state she was in. Her breath was trembling a little as they kissed her knee and she realized that her mouth had opened. She looked at them as they got up and leaned towards her, following their push down onto the bed as they seemed to know exactly what to do. Their question made her swallow as she looked at their lips, feeling her heart pound in her chest as she nodded quietly. It had been her request back on the street and she could feel her core spin at the thought that they wanted to kiss her and be near with her. This must be what it felt like to be alive, she was sure.

As she gave her consent, Ezra couldn't help but smile as they leaned down to greet her lips. However this was far from how they had kissed her in the alley. There was a certain tenderness to the way they kissed her lips, their own moving against hers with utmost precision. Their hands moved down, pulling her shirt up as they felt their heart beat increase in their chest. "If you ever want me to stop, you need to tell me," they whispered softly, moving their kisses down to her neck before they helped her off of her shirt. Then it was as if time froze, looking at her exposed upper body like this was breathtaking, "By the gods, what a sight to behold," they mumbled in amazement before leaning down to cup her breast with one hand, their breath haltering as her skin was so soft. Leaning down, their lips graced over her bra, nibbling at it as to show how eager they really were. "You're more wonderful than my imagination could ever come up with," they whispered against her skin, his tongue licking the top of her breast, kissing along her upper curve. They felt eager to just remove her bra, feeling everything at once, but they decided not to. If she was only going to allow them this once in their life, they were going to take their time with her. Moving down, they kissed along her slender body, down to her bellybutton and until they reached her pants. "My mind is going crazy with the things I want to do to you," they whispered in a soft purr.

She noted their whisper but she couldnt believe she would ever tell them to stop at anything in the state she was in right now. It was like a tunnel-vision of pure lust that she couldnt deny and they were all she could see in that view. She followed their movement and her shirt was off. Normally she never wore a bra because she found them uncomfortable, but since it had been a night out, she thought she might as well. Looking up at them, she arched her back a little to press herself closer to the hand that cupped her breast. She moaned softly and wrapped her arms around them as their whispers made her core twist from side to side it would seem as her body reacted strongly to their lips. She felt them move down and turned her head to look at them, drawing in a trembling breath as she watched them. "What things?" she asked a little breathless and eager, feeling quite overwhelmed with what they were doing already, but she wouldnt stop them either. She had asked for this and now she was getting exactly what she asked for. Them. "Ezzy, I'm feeling a pulse down there," she mumbled in confusion, wondering if it was supposed to be like that. She kept feeling a need to roll her hips and squirm like that would relieve the feeling.

Ezra smiled against her skin as she asked what they were thinking, sighing softly as they looked up at her. "Things that I perhaps shouldn't think of right now because I want to take my time," they said softly, giving her a soft peck on her stomach, grabbing at her hips, digging their fingertips in to her skin. When she said their name, they looked up at her, first a little worried, but then she said something was pulsating. It made their face relax, chuckling softly, but not as to make fun of her. "Is it a good feeling?" they asked, moving their hand from her hip to rest on her thigh. The jeans were rather thick, but it was still a little cold outside. "And does this help a little?" they asked softly, moving their hand up between her legs, rubbing her lightly over the fabric. They weren't just going to jump in to it, and if she liked this, then there was a greater chance she might like what they had in mind.

As she said it was a good feeling, they were rather relieved, mostly because they wanted this to be good for her. That the hunger that had awoken inside of her could be satisfied. Moving their hand down, they kept rubbing her lightly, hearing her sweet moans that made them reply with faint grunts. It was getting painful for them to wear their jeans, but they decided to keep them on, mostly because they didn't want to be side tracked. As she complained about her pants, they looked at her with a soft gaze. "If you want me to, I can take them off of you?" Ezra said in a sweet whisper. Everything had to be done at her pace, even if they themselves were rather excited and needy, they would never force anything on her. In their eyes, she had been through enough hardship, and all they wanted to do was make her feel happy and safe.
With her permission, they slipped her pants off, but letting her underwear remain. Looking at her, they swallowed, a gaze of pure adoration. She was beautiful, no doubt, but they had always seen the beauty within her, that now they were a bit startled at just how perfect her body was. Her legs lacked a bit of muscle, but Ezra couldn't help but find that just as gorgeous as anything else on her body. Kissing her from her ankle up to her thigh, they felt themselves affected so much by her pheromones. Her body was wonderful in every way and they had her all to themselves. A very selfish thought for the mythical, but in the moment all they wanted to do was be with her. "Iola ... You're stunning," they said in a whisper against her inner thigh, kissing her closer and closer to her treasure. Their breath was warm, a little heavy, as they spread her lightly. "Please let me touch you," they pleaded, looking at her with vulnerable eyes. "It can be a little overwhelming, but remember, you can just ask me to stop," they explained, still very serious about her continuing consent.
Their hand moved up, their index finger running along her folds that were hidden behind a layer of fabric. Sighing, they looked at her nether region, seeing how wet she already was just made them know that she actually liked this. "Do you want me to tell you what I'm doing?" they asked. Perhaps that would help her understand better what she was actually consenting to.

As she seemed to need confirmation, they looked at her with a warm smile on their lips. "Have I ever lied to you?" they replied in a sweet whisper. They knew she felt insecure, but everything they did was to make her feel empowered. She was beautiful both inside and out, and all Ezra wanted to do was make her see and feel that. She gave her consent to let them touch her, and they wasted no time, running their finger in teasing circles over the fabric. They could feel their breath halter, mostly because her scent was so alluring to them.
Her question was simple, and as they moved their kisses closer to her treasure, they smiled softly at her. Maybe they were moving too fast? She looked like she needed the release, but she seemed confused, more than usual. Ezra kissed her inner thigh, removing their shirt so that she could feel their skin against her own. "First, I want you just to relax ... It's alright if you feel excited, but your body needs to know that I'm taking care of it with the utmost care I can provide," they said sweetly, looking at her with a serious gaze. They noticed her struggling with her hand, and reaching up, their took it, guiding it to their long locks of hair. "Here, don't be afraid to grab on tight if you need to," they said softly, placing a sweet kiss over her underwear. They couldn't help but purr, almost animalistic, as her scent was right in their face.
"I'm going to kiss you, but not in the way you asked me to," they whispered in sweet longing for her. Moving their hand down, they moved the fabric to the side, their breath shuddering at the sight that awaited them. Her flower was immaculate, and sending her a last longing gaze, they moved their lips to her nether ones. It started out with merely just soft pecks, sighing against her as they took her in. Their eyes looked at her, wanting to see how she reacted to what they did to her. "I want to taste you ... And I want you to relax, focus on your breathing, and just let yourself feel this," they said, still holding her underwear to the side, they moved their tongue out. Running it along her lips, they groaned softly, letting her know that they enjoyed it as well. While sex was not a thing that Ezra usually enjoyed, they enjoyed when they could hear the daemon whimper and moan.

She may have felt a little confused and unsure of how to handle herself, but she trusted them fully and that showed quite well as she let them do exactly what they wanted to do to her. The instruction to keep calm wasnt that hard to follow, though she did feel a throbbing sensation down where their head was. Her core was tightening and relaxing, but she felt like she wanted more. When her hand was guided to their hair, she grabbed into the soft locks and felt her heart race in her chest.
She moaned softly when they kissed her on her underwear, by instinct she lifted her to place over their shoulder, feeling the need to have them closer yet. Their whisper made gasp softly for air, and she wondered how mere words could make her insides tingle with delight. She looked at them and bit her lip a little, before her hand tightened a little when they slid her underwear to the side. The kisses made her sigh in delight, her breath shuddering a little. She was too focused on feeling her body react to what they had done, so she wasnt fully listening as they said what they were going to do.
She moaned a little surprised when she felt their tongue, her hand grasping a little harder into the locks of their hair as she shot her head back. She could have pushed them away if she felt too overwhelmed, but she eagerly pressed herself against them, moaning for every flick she felt when their tongue slid in between her lips. “Ezzy.... gods.... Ezra..!” She mumbled a little vulnerable, her legs shaking a little from the stimulation.

Her sweet mumbles, the way her legs shook not to mention how she grabbed their hair, pulling them closer. Instead of going to the next step just yet, they grabbed her legs, massaging them to make her relax more. They wanted to spend the night doing what she wanted them to do; It was all about her. "I love you, Io, always have," they whispered softly, moving a finger between her lips, their face getting soft as they just looked at her. They were still taking things slow, the sensual playing with her was what they liked the most, because frankly this was much better than any dream they had ever had. Moving their finger in to her slowly, they held their breath, looking at her with pure amazement in their eyes. Just one finger, and she was so tight, so much in fact that they feared that it hurt her. All they wanted was for her to enjoy this, and they deeply cared for her well being. "How does it feel?" they asked softly, kissing her little bell with careful and tender lips. "Slower? Faster?" they added if she said she liked it.

// Out <3 //