Delkan the Fire Imp
Female Reader/ Mothgirl x Male Monster
Friends to Lovers - Moth to the Flame - Mutual Pining - Misunderstanding Cleared - Wax Play
I wonder how Delkan’s date went? He seemed pretty optimistic about yesterday when he was here. He bought one of those fancy oil candles to show off his massage skills. What was this? The third date? Usually the third date means big things.
Ah, Delkan. Another irony. Like a moth to a flame, in probably one of the most literal senses. A Fire imp, of all creatures I had to fall for a fire imp. It made me feel like such a simple minded dolt, but hey, the heart wants what the heart wants. I guess I’m just a basic ass moth.
In any case, the store is raining, and all I can do is ponder how Delkan’s date went. It sucked a little, to see him shop to impress a date. I mean, I’m a little hurt by it, but I have myself to blame for never putting my feelings out there.
Wait a second!
My antenna fluffed up and stood to attention as I saw a wet hoodie come around the corner. I move around the cash register, my eyes widening as the door opened and in walked the devil himself!
“Fuck,” he grumbled under his breath, tugging down his hoodie. He was clutching a bag in his hands.
“Hi!” My voice squeaked as I spoke to him “Back so soon? Was the candle a success?” My wings shivered slightly. For a moment I was afraid the world heard my thoughts and decided to tease me with the proverbial flame broiled carrot.
He scoffed, his hair didn’t flicker like usual. Instead it sort of fell in dark, dim curls around his head. “Didn’t even get to it.” He held up the bag. “I was hoping I could return it.”
“Oh no!” I gasped and stepped towards him. “What happened? You seemed so hopeful about this date.” I’m an awful person, I’m slightly happy the candle never got used.
“Yeah, well,” he grumbled, his bright yellow eyes flicked to the side, not looking at me. The slitted pupils were thin, he was irritated. “Maybe I over estimated.” He thrust out the bag containing the candle.
I took it, peering inside to see it was untouched from when I bagged it up. “Do you want to talk about it?” Man, I was really hopeful.
His eyes sliced over to the window, watching as lightning flashed outside and the rain began falling harder. “Fuck.”
“Wanna come into the back?” I offered. “Dry off a bit?”
He shifted where he stood, sniffing and wiping at his sharp nose. His clawed fingers clutch the edges of his hoodie, the scales were a dull yellow compared to the usual bright color. Maybe he’s not a fan of damp.
“I don’t even know why I thought it was good to come out today. I should’ve just stayed in the shop.” He came towards me and I led him into the back.
“Fire imps and rain don’t go well together?” I asked. I took down a box full of snacks from the shelf. “I can make coffee or tea as well.”
“Coffee,” he grumbled, taking a seat at the little table I used for lunch breaks. He searched through the box of snacks, pouting to himself. “And no. It makes me itch.”
“That stinks. I suppose you’re a dirty boy then?” I said this to tease, but instantly regretted it and wanted to throw myself out a window.
Delka stuck out his forked tongue. “Really?”
“Sorry.” My wings hugged around me out of shame. “I thought it was funny.”
His eyes flicked to the side. “Kind of.” He opened a bag of chips he began to munch on.
“So uh…the date didn’t go well?”
“The date didn’t go at all. She said her ex came back into the picture.” He grumbled between bites.
“Oh no.”
“Here I am with wine, flowers, food, your candle-” he began eating more fervently, munching turning to gnawing.
“You really liked her, huh?”
“I could have.” He crushed the empty chip bag between his palms. “I mean, I did like her and all or I wouldn’t have put in that effort. But I was still figuring shit out.”
I turned on the coffee pot. Was this the chance to make my move? To take action and confess my feelings? Let me get a good look at him to make sure. I turned around, seeing his hair was drying and beginning to fluff out, move and shift colors like fire.
So handsome!
“Ah well, I’m gonna delete that fucking app anyways.”
“You’re gonna give up?” I squeaked. Girl, shut up and just ask him out!
“I never liked it anyways,” he grumbled. “All that first date nonsense. If I could just skip all that and get with a girl or guy who knew that crap already. No small talk. No sibling banter. Just…real conversation.”
My antenna perked up again. “Like this?” I asked, hopefully as all get out.
“Yeah!” His slitted pupils widened, rounded out. “Like this here. I’m sick of small talk. I want big things, ya know? I like quiet comfort and long intense-” He stopped suddenly, his hair flashing bright red then yellow. “Well, in any case, I don’t think I’m gonna find dick on a dating app.”
You dense flame broiled idiot, I thought to myself. “Not with that attitude,” I sighed. I took out two coffee mugs from the cabinet.
“No, suppose not.” He fidgeted with his claws, picking at them. “Too bad you’re married.”
I almost dropped the coffee pot. “What?”
“Yeah, if you weren’t taken, I would ask you out in a heartbeat. I don’t usually go for your type, but there’s something about you that draws people.”
“I’m not married!” I blurted out. “What makes you think I’m married?”
His pupils were completely round and had taken over his whole eye. “The ring! There, on your right hand.”
“Right hand?” I flashed my hand, showing off the little rose gold band my mom gave me. “The left hand is the wedding ring hand!”
He sat there, his eyes blending into the deep black skin of his face. His hair turned bright, flickering higher than before.”What?”
I raised both hands, showing him my bare left hand and the few rings on my right. “Wedding rings go on the left hand! I’m not married. I’m single.”
Delkan’s mouth hung open.
I huffed and crossed my arms. “So do you still want to ask me out?”
His pupils went back to normal and there was a sudden shyness to his demeanor. “Well, see, now I feel like I have to. Like I’ve been caught or some shit.” He rubbed the back of his head. His hair hadn’t changed, showing a level of excitement despite the act he was putting on.
“You don’t have to.” My wings fluttered slightly. “But it would be nice.”
“It would?” Delkan asked. Lightning flashed outside and the instant boom of thunder made every fluffy fiber of my body stand on end. The complete darkness that followed added to my shock.
I yelped in surprise while Delkan sighed. “Fucking storms.”
“That scared me.”
“Me too.” His tail twitched. “Oh, you mean the thunder.” He was a soft glow in the room. Like the candles I sold. From his chest there was a radiant light, warm, soft. His hair flowed out, glowing in the darkness.
It was tense, quiet for a few minutes. I walked out front to lock the door and flip over the closed sign. My heart was beating fast. Too much was happening. I grabbed some candles from behind the desk and took them to the back to light.
“Listen-” Delkan started.
“No, it’s alright. We got chatty and goofy.” I said, lighting a candle technically meant for wax seals.
“No, listen,” he huffed. “If I did ask you out, hypothetically, what would you say?”
I gave him a frown over the flame. “Hypothetically, I don't like hypotheticals. It’s a coward's questioning.”
He ran his fingers through his flame-like hair, huffing. “Okay fine. Would you go out with me?”
The fluff around my neck puffed up and I smiled. “Yes! I would love to.”
He was suddenly quiet, still, as if he didn’t know how to take that chipper response. “Really? I mean-”
“I like you, Delkan. I have for some time.” I fidgeted with the hem of my cardigan. “I would very much love a date.”
“Shit.”
I gave him a look.
“No! No! I mean uh….cute girls like you never go for me. I mean uh-” He was struggling. I kind of like that.
“You said you weren’t one for small talk. What happened to that?” I asked, sitting down beside him.
“I was prepared for this,” he muttered under his breath. His tail twitched, brushing up my leg. “Im uh…I’m cornered here.”
“Not really. You were talking to me so easily before. Back when I was married,” I giggled. I placed my hand upon his leg, smiling at him. “What was it you said? You’re sick of small talk. You want the big things? Quiet comfort and long intense…intense what?” I was snuggling up to him, teasing mostly.
He had his head turned, I could see the glint of his eyes though. “I’m sure a girl like you doesn’t want to hear that sort of talk on the first date.”
“First date?” I giggled. “Is that what this is?” I was pressed into his side. I was still teasing, maybe, possibly. I wanted to see how this played out. “Well, it is romantic right now. The candle light, the rain. If only we had music.”
His eyes cut back to me, sharp, severe, heated. I liked that look.
“I don’t talk dirty on the first date,” he growled.
Shivers. Radiant, tingling shivers. My eyes widened and I gave him a shy smile. “When do you?”
He smirked and glanced at me. “Don’t tell me you’re that kind of girl, Adele?”
I shivered again when he said my name with that throaty rasp. “What makes you think I’m not?”
He shrugged, slightly pouting. “You’re so…cutesy. You own a candle shop and are into wax seals as a hobby. I dunno, I just don’t assume you are.”
I wanted to prove him wrong a little bit. “Assuming makes and ass out of you and me.”
He stared. “What?”
Not hot! Think of something else Adele! “What did you buy the candle for?” I asked him. “Was it for her or you?”
He flinched. Ha! Got him.
“Massage candles can be used for all sorts of things. A fun way to moisturize. Fun to play with. Fun for the bedroom. I sell those for a reason you know. What do you think my low heat candles are for?”
“Seals?”
I smirked. “Maybe. But a lot of customers buy them for…bedroom things. So. Who was the candle for?”
Looking away, his demeanor changed yet again.
“Does the fire imp like to play with fire?” My hand moved up and down his thigh. Slowly, not too fast, seductive.
Delkan caught my hand. “It seems like you do.” He looked from my palm and down my arm, meeting my eyes with a glazed over expression. “Where was this hand going?”
“Nowhere important.” Not a seductive response.
His brows raised. “Nowhere?” His claws were gentle against me, slowly taking my hand and lowering it down. “Am I hot or cold?”
“Hot,” I breathed. My pulse was sky rocketing. This was so much fun!
Lightning flashed as he settled my palm against the bulge in his jeans. He kept a hold of my hand, pressing it there. He was melting me, turning me into a puddle. I was biting back the goofiest grin of all time with how excited I was.
I had imagined about this for long, daydreaming what it would be like to finally reveal my feelings and let him have his way with me!
“What’s that look?” His voice was right in my ear, growling, vibrating.
“I have a look?”
Sharp teeth nipped at my cheek. “Do you like it?”
I nodded with exuberance. “You’re so warm!”
A chuckle escaped his lips before he bit down on my neck. I squirmed, squealed, wriggling under my skirt.
“I always wondered what was under this fluff,” he purred against me. “Soft, like the rest of you.” He let go of my hand but I continued rubbing against his bulge. He took off his hoodie and the glow in his chest was burning through his white shirt.
“Can you do that trick all over?” I asked, too giddy to form any other thought.
He bit my cheek again, moving down my neck. He tugged off my cardigan, finding bare shoulder for the taking. He bit again, lapping his tongue over me. This was too good! I was melting through my underwear.
“I’ll glow inside you,” he whispered.
I squeaked, tingling all over.
He reached down, unzipping his pants. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He wriggled his hips a bit to get the jeans down. His cock sprang out and it reminded me of a lava lamp. It was glowing, almost clear in the shaft with globs of fire moving and flickering inside.
“It’s pretty!” I gasped.
“Pretty?” He scoffed. He stood up and sat down on the table. His cock was now eye level with me, and I liked that.
He picked up one of the candles I lit, tilting it so it slowly dribbled upon his chest. Since he was so warm, it took a moment for the wax to cool and harden.
“So it was for you?” I giggled.
He pushed my head down, smearing his cock to my lips and cheek. “Of course it was!”
“Hot!” I moaned as I opened my mouth. I lapped his shaft, so warm, so glowy! I circled the tip of my tongue against his glans, moving down a bit. I took him into my mouth, lashes fluttering as his heat hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” he growled. His hand shook and more wax fell on his chest.
I smirked up at him, giving him a wink before I started bobbing my head. I loved the sensation of his cock filling my mouth, hitting my throat. I released him, wanting more than tasting. I kissed up his chest, flaking away the wax dried on his skin. I met his lips, kissing, moaning as he nibbled at my lips, my tongue. His forked tongue glided against mine and there was a low hungry growl.
That hunger spoke. “Do you want me to fuck you, Adele?”
I nodded, wide eyed and giddy.
“You’re eager. I like that in a woman.” He bent me over the table, hiking up my skirts then pushing aside my panties. “Fuck you’re wet.” The tip of his cock rubbed to my folds. He was so hot I must be steaming. “Good ass too.” His hand clapped against my cheek. Wax hit against me and I squeaked.
“I love that noise.” His cock rubbed more, pressing. The glans entered then pulled away. More wax spilled on my rear, hitting my panties, my thighs.
“So tell me, Adele, is this what you always wanted?”
“Not exactly. But yes.” I turned and looked coyly over my shoulder at him. “I’d prefer a soft bed, but this is so much…steamier.”
Lightning illuminated the room again and his cock was deep inside me. All at once. Thick! Hot! I was melting from the inside out.
Delkan gripped onto the sides of the table. He was surging deep within me, warm, secure, all mine. I grinded against him, wanting to feel more of that impish cock. More! I started thrusting backwards, taking him deeper. I could become addicted to this flame.
“That’s good!” Delkan laughed, sounding quite triumphant. “I like how badly you want it. Want me.” He met my thrusts, moving his own hips finally. His hands gripped onto my thighs, making sure I didn’t go anywhere. Not that I wanted to. This was what I wanted. Sex. Long, intense sex.
“You’re so soft everywhere,” he said through garbled breaths. “Oh fuck!”
I was smug in my satisfaction. But it was short lived as he found the place inside that made me forget everything. Each thrust was more intense, more precise, and the heat only made it more sensitive.
His glow was illuminating the room, turning the cold, dark place into a warm, cozy nook. I wonder how hot he could get, how bright he could glow? I suppose I had a lot of time to find that out.
I took him home, which was just upstairs from the shop. I kept him warm and dry from the foul weather, feeding him and pleasuring him. I was hard to satisfy, but he seemed keen on the idea.
“You’re so cute,” he purred in the night.
“Is that why you thought I was so innocent?” He was laying on my chest, nuzzled into the fluff around my neck.
“I thought you were this cute little milf.”
“Milf?” I scoffed.
He chuckled, biting my shoulder, moving down to bite my breast. “I’m glad looks are deceiving.” He sat up to look into my eyes. His eyes were glowing bright in the darkness of the room. Even the yellow scales on his face and neck were aglow.
I giggled, giving him a soft kiss. “I'm still a little mad that you didn’t know which hand was the ring hand.”
“It’s easy to get confused!” He snapped.
I kissed him again, more intense. “That’s okay. I’ll forgive you if you cum in me again.”
His smirk returned, sharper, smugger than before. “You like that huh?” He sat up, tugging my legs out. “You’re not exhausted yet?”
“That’s why I’m being a pillow princess.” I snuggled back, spreading my thighs. “You get to have your way with me.”
He licked his lips then his sharp teeth. “I like that.” He smoothed his hand down his chest and dry wax flaked off.
