My Grace; Your Addiction

"Relaxation oils?" Emma turned slightly, pushing herself up on her elbows to really look at him. Her apprehension had steadily been building with every slight brush of his fingers the closer to the most intimate part of her. "They... I.." She hesitated. "Okay." She bit her lip, but in the end she gave in. Again.

"Just lay down and don't worry. I will take care of you." With that, Killian moved to a closet nearby and pulled several bottles off the shelf. Once he returned to Emma's side, he popped open each bottle and held them near so she could smell. "I have lavender, peppermint, and cocoa. Do you have a preference?" In reality each liquid was identical, but had been charmed to smell pretty rather than neutral.

Emma swallowed nervously, but lay back down. "Uhm.. L-lavender.." She liked the other smells, but the lavender was her favorite. Trying to calm her beating heart, she closed her eyes, and hid her face with her hair. Why was she feeling so uncertain? It was just a massage, there was nothing to get so worked up over. Right?

"Good choice. That is my favorite too, next to citrus." Without announcing it, Killian started to push up Emma's top, baring be back to him. Of course it was silly to think he would rub the oil on her clothing. That would only make them dirty, which would be okay too. He had some very appealing things she could put on.

Flinching, Emma clamped her eyes shut, her entire body tensing. Her shirt slid up her back, but she made no move to stop him. Logically oils had to go on her skin, not her clothes, although it made her apprehensive. Her heartbeat sped up, her fingers clenching tightly.

Satisfied with her reaction, Killian applied the warm, fragrant oil directly to Emma's skin, painting thin lines across her exposed back. He then began working the oil into her skin, starting first with her neck and shoulders, working his way down toward her hips. Each and every movement was smooth and deliberate; he was much more skilled than any other amateur. His thumbs flanked her spine, pushing straight up on either side before moving back down.

"Emma your heart is racing. Sshhhh," he cooed, letting the tips of his fingers travel up and down her sides. "We are going to do the legs now, ok?" Just a tiny bit of dark magic flowed, not to corrupt but to stimulate, to heighten her senses so she would feel even more.

A shiver rolled down the Godlings spine, and she began to relax, once again. Her heart still raced, but no so much out of fear anymore. Everywhere he touched, every caress tingled, making her body more aware of him. Her fingers slowly unfurled, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. How could he make her feel that way? Perhaps she was overthinking everything, and making it seem more frightening than it really was. It made sense. It was the only explanation Emma could come up with as to why Killian could affect her the way he did.

Feeling the girl relax under his palm, Killian wiped his hands on one of a few towels he'd brought back from the closet. He gently gripped the bottom of Emma's skirt and slowly pushed it up, leaving it low enough to cover her rear. "Don't worry, I won't go too high with it," he said as he pushed the fabric up her legs. He then took her leg in one hand and parted it slightly from the other so they weren't touching. A line of oil was poured onto the back of each leg, then he began again, starting with the feet. Again his magic worked to heighten her senses, but only slightly. There was nothing wrong with giving her some comfort. It was the kind thing to do... which was odd for him.

For a moment she froze, his hands on her bare legs. There was no reason for panic, she managed to convince herself, he said he wouldn't go too high, and it was actually quite relaxing. Allowing herself to relax again, she closed her eyes, and let herself get lost in the amazing sensations he was bringing her.

After the oil was worked into the soft balls of her feet, Killian began moving up her legs slowly, starting with the calves. Each muscle in her body ebbed and flowed like a solid wave, with each contour leading to the next. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and so certainly was Killian. Now above her knee, his fingertips were beginning to encroach on the area under Emma's light skirt. Occasionally they would brush just underneath her cheeks as they explored the angel-kin's outstanding thighs.

"Okay, next is the rest of you. Undress and lay back down on your back and use the towels to cover up. I will step out for a minute." It was the moment he had been waiting for finally. The demon had laid down all the charm he felt safe and combined it with his natural charisma. All that was left to do now was wait and see how she reacted.

Emma sat straight up, her eyes wide, cheeks a deep pink. "A-all of.. My clothes?" She gasped. She couldn't remove her clothes! Why would she need to do that? Couldn't that have been the end of it? Again, she began to question everything, her heartbeat rapidly accelerating. She'd never been completely bare in front of anyone let alone a halfling, or a male at that!

"Calm down, Emma! It's okay!"

'Damn, i'm losing her. Bring her back, Killian.'

Another healthy dose of demon charm laced his words, sugar-coating them as he spoke, his voice calm and tender. "It's just to make sure we don't get anything dirty. Trust me. You'll still be covered up by the towels, I promise." It may have been too much of a stretch for Emma, but he was willing to try nevertheless. He had never tried anything this in depth before, so pushing the boundaries was new and exciting. Despite his desires, however, there was a bit of honesty in his words. He did genuinely seek to massage her stress away.

"But... Completely nude? I... " Emma hesitated. Couldn't she have been in her bra and panties? Why did it have to be completely bare under the towels? She could remove the straps, it wouldn't have been that hard, she just didn't understand why. To not get her clothes oily, sure, but the rational part of her mind, the part that wanted nothing to do with devil spawn, was suspicious of him.

"If it would make you feel better, you don't have to strip down completely." Killian's voice became soft and sweet, trying to diffuse the situation. "I just want to help you, that's all." He placed his hand on her knee, trying to reassure her and keep her calm.

Gaze drifting from Killians face to his hand on her knee, Emma watched him for signs of dishonesty. She found none. "Okay.." She was not shy about sitting in front of him with just her underclothes on; the way she saw it, it was the equivalent of being in front of him in a bikini, and those tended to be more revealing. Emma did not hesitate to lift her shirt over her head, and fold it before setting it aside. She had to stand to shimmy out of her skirt, no embarrassment as she sat before him in a matching white lace bra and panty set.

"Okay," Killian repeated softly, watching her slowly undress before taking a seat back on the couch. With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her into a laying position on her back before applying some massage oil to his hands directly. After rubbing it in to prevent dripping, Killian started at the base of Emma's head, working the muscles in the back and the sides of her neck where his fingers could give the most benefit. The music playing in the background was soft and smooth, without much percussion. Mostly stringed instruments and woodwinds, something to allow her to drift down a lazy river of relaxation.

His hands moved then to her shoulders, slowly rubbing out a few knots that had developed during her moment of panic. Without thinking, his fingertips very slowly pushed her bra straps off her shoulders, but he made no move to remove the garment. "When I realized that I no longer wanted to do my old masters bidding, I decided to learn massage and relaxation techniques so I could help people. I've been doing this for a while." His experience showed. He was no master, but he could put to shame any accomplished massage therapist in his sleep.

"You're quite good." Emma murmured. She'd never had anyone massage her before, and although being around the devil spawn made her a bit nervous, she felt relaxed and at ease under his fingertips. She didn't even mind when he pushed her bra straps down, she hardly noticed. The music in the background wasn't helping her either, it was soft and soothing, easing her gently into a state of relaxation.

"You really don't like being a halfling, do you?" She spoke softly. Emma didn't mind being what she was, but she was half angel, she couldn't fathom the torment of being half demon.

Across Emma's back Killian's hands wandered, carefully working on each muscle, giving them his full and undivided attention as if each one had a story to tell. His attention was only divided when she asked about his heritage. "It's not that I mind being a halfling. But I think the one's i've been serving have lost sight of the vision." Every mortal had heard the story, as had every immortal, of Lucifer's fall from grace. But very few in existence knew it as intimately as Killian did, for his account came directly from the words etched in the stone of the underworld, sealed with Hell's pure flame and preserved to endure till the very end of time.

"In the beginning, the Lucifer and the angels that followed him were banished because they believed humanity should have the freedom to choose for themselves which path to follow. So many stories say he was jealous of God's love, but that wasn't really the case. He was displeased knowing that humans would have no choice but to follow the rules because that is the only option they had." Killian's hands slide down Emma's spine to the top of her pelvis, where they paused so his thumbs could work on her lower back. "You carry stress here," he said offhandedly.

"Lucifer's anger has blinded him, and now he punishes everyone around him. I don't think it's going to get better any time soon... not until the Second Coming, anyway. I've been flying under the radar for a long time, trying to get back into Heaven so I don't have to deal with his rage anymore. No matter how far I go in the mortal world, it's not far enough. I get god-awful headaches."

Emma frowned, her brow knitted in concern. He was trying to escape the wrath and destruction of his kin. She felt sorrow, and desperately wanted to help free him. Though she knew that giving him all of her Grace would kill her, she would give him as much as he needed, as much as she could to free him of his burden.

"I am sorry you had to live that way, and endure such pain. I will gladly do what I can to help you achieve your goal." Her words were true; the Godling had always done whatever she could to help those in need, and no one had needed her as much as Killian did. "I swear on the Angel that sired me, I will do whatever I can to aid you."

Again a brief, violent pain ripped through Killian's chest. What was this newfound feeling that coursed through his veins like ice? Any time she spoke of a desire to help him, there was a vaguely familiar emotion that flitted through his body, something vestigial but powerful. "Alright girl scout, cool your jets. Can't go too fast; you wouldn't like it much." Killian's thumbs pushed firmly as they traveled up her spine while his finger tips traced softly lines across her bare back. It hadn't actually occurred to him that he could have been slurping her Grace in small amounts through the massage until that moment, but he had already taken so much from her. Doing so without her knowledge could spoil the source.

"So... tell me your story. Why are you here, so to speak? And, most importantly... why are you helping a half demon? Isn't there some verse in the Bible? 'Though shalt not suffer a demon to live,' or some nonsense?" Killian kept his tone soft so she would know he wasn't mocking her outright.

A small airy laugh escaped Emma's lips, and she shook her head softly. "'Thou shalt not suffer a demon to live.' But you are not wholly demon, are you? You are a Halfling who no longer desires to reside in darkness. I am not helping the half of you that is demon, but the half of you that is human. There is Light in even the Darkest of places."

"As for me, my human mother lives peacefully in her home with her other children and grandchildren. My father, however, I do not know his identity. I only know he is one of Gods Angels. Mother does not speak of him, as it brings her great sadness, so I do not ask." Emma stared distantly, her thoughts drifting to her mysterious, absent parent. She did not dwell on it, though, knowing his purpose was serving God and not tending to his halfling daughter.

"I just simply travel, helping those who need me."

A small airy laugh escaped Emma's lips, and she shook her head softly. "'Thou shalt not suffer a demon to live.' But you are not wholly demon, are you? You are a Halfling who no longer desires to reside in darkness. I am not helping the half of you that is demon, but the half of you that is human. There is Light in even the Darkest of places."

"As for me, my human mother lives peacefully in her home with her other children and grandchildren. My father, however, I do not know his identity. I only know he is one of Gods Angels. Mother does not speak of him, as it brings her great sadness, so I do not ask." Emma stared distantly, her thoughts drifting to her mysterious, absent parent. She did not dwell on it, though, knowing his purpose was serving God and not tending to his halfling daughter.

"I just simply travel, helping those who need me."

"Whole. Half. Doesn't matter, does it? We can't choose our lineage, but we can choose what we do with it. I've spent years willingly doing Lucifer's work. Seems almost impossible to make up for that." Killian patted Emma's back, signaling that he had finished her back massage. "If you want to flip over, we'll do your front, then you're good to go." Naughty thoughts of temptation still lingered in Killian's mind, but there were other thoughts as well. What did he do with his family? Where were they? Did he even have a family?

Emma sat up, and turned to look at Killian. "That's it, though, isn't it? You can't choose your lineage. You can't choose who your parents are. You didn't choose to be what you are and you want to change. My helping you isn't against any Biblical law. The past is what we cannot change, but our future is what matters. The choices we make now are what will determine if you're good, or if you're not." Despite the method in which he used to get her to his home, she truly believed he wanted to change, and she desperately wanted to help him achieve his goal.

Killian's eyes followed Emma as she sat up, the straps of her bra still hanging off her upper arms, no longer holding the bit of fabric to her chest. This image was not lost upon the demon; quite the contrary. He found it exceptionally difficult keep his eyes off her breasts, but it wasn't exactly a battle he wanted to win. Then again, if he attracted attention to it, she might cover up. Maybe that was best. But he still wanted her. The demon felt quite torn in that moment, a new sensation which he was not particularly fond of.

"You have great faith in me, Emma, much more than any mortal or immortal alike. I just hope that I can honor your generosity." For a moment, Killian's eyes darted down, ever so slightly, as desire momentarily over-ruled logical thought. He was fighting the urge to take her, to load his words with potent magic so deeply that she would have no choice but to sleep with him. But could he really do that?