Niall studied his face with a thoughtful expression of his own. He sometimes envied sirens their ability to tune into others thoughts. At the moment he would have given a lot to know what Lydia was thinking. She seemed to be spiraling somewhat, and he was trying to decide whether or not to actually offer her a shoulder to cry on and simple soothing words, or to go ahead with his plan to seduce the little kitten. He did want to help her, but of course his motives were not pure and selfless. Not in the least.
The poor baby sounded so broken, and she was coaxing out his parental side as he held her, stroked her body and hair in order to help her calm down and feel safe and cared for. There was nothing that could stop the demon from seeing her trough now. She had such a beautiful blush to her cheeks, the kind that made him want it to last longer, curious to see if he could. How adorable she was being, snuggling up to him and nuzzling into his touch. It was hard to believe any touch of his would be unwelcome. With that in mind, and her soft spoken consent, Niall shifted slightly, keeping his one arm around her but freeing the other up. His lips kept pressing against her soft hair, the tip of her ear, then her silken earlobe and cheek. In the meantime his hand stroked down her side, running down the length of her thigh to her inner knee, then stroking back up. He caressed her inner thigh for a long while before reaching up between her legs, grateful for the skirt she was wearing, giving him such easy access to her sweet cotton panties. Slowly he began to pet her little kitty, stroking her sex with gentle but firm movements. “It will all be alright kitten.” He murmured against her lips, cupping his own around her bottom lip in a soft kiss.
She could hear her heartbeat thrumming in her ears, sounding about as loud as thunder. She’d never been quite so torn as in that moment, feeling utterly terrified, but yet aroused. Conveniently, Niall seemed ready to ease both emotions. It was easy for her to melt down against his body, and when she closed her eyes and concentrated on the soft touch of his lips against her skin. She swiped a hand quickly over her face, removing the signs of her teariness.
Lydia hardly even gasped when he shifted her weight, but she eased seamlessly to the side, allowing his free hand better access. His touch felt perfect, and she could feel every last shred of resistance leaving her body. Her hands felt achingly empty, so she slid them into his thick dark hair and combed her fingers through it. By the time his strokes had ventured up her skirt, she was nearly panting.
She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a long time since she’d been with someone. And certainly no one had ever paid her pleasure this much attention before. Lydia bit her teeth into her lower lip, trying to keep from bucking her hips up to meet his fingers. She could hardly breathe, and he’d barely started to touch her. When he whispered more reassurances, she gave another soft whimper. Not scared, but desperate.