" I — I think you know what my intentions are, Bendy. "

Letting out another little huff, Alice would then dart her eyes over back to him.

" Or is it that you just wanna hear me say it out loud? "

" I — I don't know.. "

Cheeks now fully black, she would tighten her hold of him, her bottom lip quivering a little as the nerves in her body were experiencing a mild form of shock.

" I .. want..more — I think.. "

Her voice sounding rather gaspy as this point, the Angel would study him carefully.

× feeling. What is this? "

Seemingly searching for an answer on his face, Alice kept her lips parted as light, little pants made their existence known.

Arching her back a little, she'd lean forward and release the cloth of her dress, covering his working hand in the process.
She then would reach out and plant her hands against his frame, trying to find some sort of stability as her legs were beginning to shake lightly.

" I — don't know this ×

" W-Wait — what're you—? "

A chill shot up her spine as this sudden, new sensation enveloped her senses, her legs subconsciously spreading to grant easier access.

Wings fluttering wildly, the Angel would give a sharp exhale — her body doing its best to adjust to this new foreign feeling.

× than to listen to a demon. But, she truly believed he had the best intentions for her.

Letting out a soft little squeak, the Angel would squeeze her eyes shut as she felt his tongue against her skin, lips soon pursing in contemplation of his next statement.

" How would it make me..stronger? "

Naively, Alice would do as instructed..... slipping the cloth off.
She should know better ×

" What.. is that? "

Cheeks further darkening to a near black hue, the Angel would tilt her head in curiosity; fingers tightening their grip of her dress as a natural reaction.

" I just — I'm unfamiliar with this .... feeling. What is it? "

So full of questions.

" You.. you could? How so? "

Breath catching in her throat for a moment, the Angel would bite down at her bottom lip; impurity taking hold of her thoughts as a fragile, shaky exhale became audible.

She didn't know what he was doing... But she knew whatever he was doing — felt nice.