The next day Gwen remembered to prepare dinner and had the table set by the time Kilo arrived home.

"Welcome home, Kilo." Gwen greeted in an overly chipper fashion.

Kilo blinked at her in surprise for a moment before smirking. "I didn't know this apartment came with a house wife."

"Shut up and sit." Gwen replied while rolling her eyes.

Kilo sat obediently and watched intently as Gwen sat a large skillet of steak and vegetable stir fry in the center of the table.

"looks amazing." Kilo announced grabbing a plate and filling it. "thanks."

"My pleasure. I enjoy cooking so." Gwen answered turning inexplicably red and taking a sip from her water in an attempt to mask it.

Kilo devoured half his plate in an instant before setting down his fork. He looked up at Gwen with a serious expression, who looked away quickly not wanting him to know she was staring.

"we should probably discuss last night." Kilo asserted, making Gwen flush ten shades of red.

"Um, sure." Gwen agreed, unable to make eye contact.

"What are your thoughts?" Kilo asked cautiously.

Gwen swallowed hard, her eyes going wide. "Um, well, it was weird when the room was all red don't you think. I've never seen The Devil Line do that?" Gwen answered, staring at her plate.

Kilo blinked at her again, fighting a chuckle. 'Really, that's what she's worried about?' he thought. "It does that when it detects living mass for an extended period of time. It's a sort of warning but eventually the authorities would be notified." He answered.

"That's stupid. So, I could get in trouble just for falling asleep on my couch." Gwen complained.

"I guess, but the devil line is there for humans, to make them feel safe." Kilo reasoned in a bit of disbelief at her response.

"No, the devil line is meant to keep devils on there side of the city. That's why all devils have chips implanted in their spines that cause debilitating pain when they cross the line."

Kilo starred at Gwen for a moment in stunned silence. "Not all devils have chips you know? Only the law-abiding ones. And this chip wouldn't stop me from grabbing you right now and pulling you over to the devil's side. The Devil Line is simply a tool to control fear. Fear is a powerful means of control. Humans are afraid and having this boundary abates some of that fear," Kilo explains.

"I'm not afraid." Gwen denies, while standing with an angry determined look on her face.

"You should be." Kilo replied, taking a casual sip of his water.

"The only thing I'm afraid of is being homeless or never finding a job, fears caused by this damn line." Gwen asserted, striding across the line to stand over Kilo.

Kilo had her pinned against the counter with his hips in an instant, while he held her pulse with his teeth.

Kilo pulled away from Gwen in surprise when a small moan escaped her lips. He observed her flush cheeks, fluttering eyes and parted lips with apprehensive lust.

He tore open Gwen's shirt, eliciting a small squeal followed by a gasp as he snapped the wire of her bra, popping free her breast. He nipped her nipple and began sucking while grinding himself into her. She gripped the counter for support gasping.

She was too afraid to move but wanted to encourage him.

"It feels.. good." She panted in almost a whisper.

Kilo froze, blood pooling in his mouth.

The devil wanted to devour her. The human wanted to scare her.

Kilo Hoisted her against him before practically throwing her onto the table. She let out a Yelp and he smiled evilly down at her before tearing her skirt in half, leaving her in just her panties.

"I told you, if you crossed the line, I'd do what I wanted to you. The question is do I want to kill you or fuck you." He posed, hooking his clawed finger in the crotch of her lacy blue panties.

She gasped, closing her legs, but quickly pulled them apart when she pricked her thigh on his sharp talon. Blood pooled in the cleft at the top of her inner thigh.

He shredded her panties in his haste to drain that pool. His lips closed around the wound.

Gwen cried out as his cheek brushed her most sensitive area and his mouth explored her second most.

Kilo sucked greedily, his cock growing stiffer with each mouthful.

'We have to stop drinking to fuck her' He reasoned with his devil. He straitened, tugging her to the edge of the table.

She bit down on her hand pinching her bleeding nipple with the other, careful not to move as he freed himself, lining his tip with her opening.

He thrusted into her and she let out a stifled cry that was drowned out by his roar. He gripped her hips and pounded into her as fast and hard as he could, leaving her breathless.

She convulsed around him as she came, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought against her own pleasure. He came in the same moment, hastened by the site and feel of Gwen's climax.

"Are you afraid now?" he growled.

"Yes." she croaked.

"Good. Now get your ass back over the line and sit." He commanded, forcing himself to take a step back.

Gwen obeyed, sliding off the table, careful not to touch him or move to fast. She covered her exposed breast as she perched on her seat.

"Now eat." He demanded gruffly through clenched fangs.

She met his eyes, her whole body flush and wet, before removing her hands to expose herself to his hungry red gaze and obey his command.

He stood by the line, looming over her, while she took delicate bite after delicate bite, watching her plump mounds of flesh bounce. His devil wouldn't let him move, his cock hard again.

"Put the dishes on the line and leave." He commanded once she finished eating.

She made quick work of it, aware of Kilo's cum streaming down her inner thigh.

He watched her ass jiggle as she left, barely able to contain himself at the site of her blood and cum trailing between her thighs.

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