Succubus

*Oona's POV*

I felt amazing. My whole body was oozing black rivulets of feel-good awesomeness. I blearily watched them spiral away from me, half-conscious, until I saw one disappear into Andy and I remembered what had happened with a jolt. Everything he was giving off now was a deep purple-red, I didn't see any black, but I knew what I had seen, especially during his second climax. Andy wasn’t human, at least not entirely.

I felt like a fool. I'd been watching Andy for years and hadn't noticed; it seemed impossible! He had never done anything metaphysical, magical, or demonic that I had seen; curse the hills! And though I'd seen him engage in sexual acts hundreds of times, you couldn't see pleasure through a fucking mirror, dammit!

In a way, it made sense. Some other kind of heritage would explain why Andy was so bizarrely good-looking. It was a side effect of feeding off of the ecstasy of others. At least it was for my kind, at any rate. It increased physical attractiveness.

Then it hit me. Andy had just absorbed an incredible amount of sexual gratification from me, an orgasm from a succubus! Shit! I was almost afraid to look at him.

Warily, I peered at Andy, lying unconscious. I gathered he had passed out as well.

Though he still looked exactly like ‘Andy,’ his alabaster skin was now flawless and almost glowing with health. His tattoos were brighter and crisp; they looked like they had all just been touched up. The weird bat-fish-monster-thing on his neck, his dragonfly on his chest, and... What was that?

Directly over his sternum was a small, stylized rose in greyscale. It hadn't been there before. Though it wasn't in color, I knew it was a black rose because I recognized it. It was my sigil. What the fuck kind of creature was Andy?!? What did that mean?

My mind raced uselessly, and he sighed a little in his sleep, shifting and rustling his hair. I was instantly distracted, and ran my eyes over his abs, his chest, his small, masculine nipples. He had a slight amount of chest hair and my hand was drawn to it, finding it was soft and inviting. He had a long, graceful, neck, and his Adam's apple was distinct.

I couldn't stop looking; he was beautiful. The curve of his upper lip was sharply defined and drew your eye to it over its generous, plump counterpart. The corners of his mouth almost seemed to curl into a fae-like smile. His already angular features, especially his strong jawline and cheekbones, now seemed highlighted, almost sculpted. His black hair was so glossy it verged on reflective. And he gave off an overwhelming, male smell I knew to be based on pheromones. They were mostly human, but I caught a hint of something more powerful and closer to home. The urge to feed from him again was almost overpowering.

Oh dear. I had to convince Andy to stay indoors until the effect dissipated a bit, for his own safety. If I were having trouble with self-control, most humans wouldn't stand a chance. And what if he were actually recognized by his fans! I knew he had a lot of them and I didn't want him to get sexually assaulted.

I touched his shoulder lightly. His skin was toned but so soft... "Andy?"

He let out a low groan, making my nipples harden, and cracked his eyes, peering at me groggily through long, thick eyelashes. Gods! His eyes were like a thousand azure crystals! "Oona? Whoa! You look kind of... different."

Fuck. If Andy wasn't human, my feeding off of him had probably significantly increased my own, erm, draw. "You're so fucking beautiful!" He looked puzzled as he sat up, and I found myself entranced, just watching the muscles of his lean chest, shoulders, and back work under his skin. His eyes grew wide as he ran a hand lightly over one of my breasts, making me shiver and struggle to maintain focus. He licked his lips and pressed his thumb over my nipple, rubbing it in a circle around my areola. The delicate skin further tightened, and he bit his lip and grunted, closing his eyes contentedly. "You have fucking amazing tits."

I felt a strange sort of gladness that Andy should find me attractive. I figured he would; most humans capable of being attracted to females at all did. I was a chameleon, and could change some basic aspects of my appearance, look more human, as I was doing somewhat now... But I wanted Andy’s approval.

He was considering my bust. He brought both hands up, and squeezed each breast, rolling them in his hands. I could tell where that was going and forcibly reminded myself that I needed to focus on figuring out what had just happened. I ran through all the changes again mentally, and looked Andy over again, trying to concentrate and not be distracted by his magic touch.

Andy looked up from my chest. "Why... Why are you staring? Why are you worried about how I look? Oona, why shouldn't I go outside?" He blinked, more confused. I was also confused; had I said that out loud?

Andy started to get a little agitated. "What... I'm not human? Eating pleasure? What?!? Oona, you’re not fucking saying anything, is that what you're thinking? Your mouth wasn't moving! What the fuck is going on?"

Holy shit! Andy had some kind of connection to my mind. He looked terrified. I was losing control of the situation quickly. Crap.

I threw together a rough vault over my thoughts and feelings. It had been some, oh, 86, 87 years since I had been around any being I knew had telepathic powers, and I was more than a little out of practice.

Fortunately, it seemed that Andy was a novice. He appeared to have only gained the ability during our coitus and didn't seem able to sort out the streams, to pick apart the emotions and discern meaning. Thank goodness!

I put on a slightly concerned, but casual air. "Andy, are you alright? I'm not sure what you mean. You were telling me I was beautiful, and then you dozed off. Were you dreaming?" I couldn't use any materials from my satchel to augment the spell, so I just used raw power to add a subtle level of suggestion to the last question.

Andy stilled, almost as if listening for my thoughts. I smiled warmly, rubbing his rather inviting back, and tried not to pay heed to the temptation of his body. I felt him relax under my touch. "Would you like a massage, Andy, after that nightmare?"

He smiled at me, then leaned in and kissed me softly. I felt funny when he did it, almost like a pleasant, exciting version of nausea. It confused me, but I didn't have time to think about it, so I pushed it out if my head.

I felt badly. Generally speaking, I never lied. And as soon as I figured out what had happened, assuming Andy wasn't some sort of abomination, which I just couldn’t see, I would come clean at once.

He cupped my face in his large, elegant hands. "I would love one, if you're offering." He gazed into my eyes steadily, the bright blue lining his pupils blazing brighter than the Earthly sun, and I felt that funny feeling again. I felt my sex grow freshly moist when a ghost of a smile crossed Andy’s lips. I longed to have him inside of me again. I'd never felt so good...

With difficulty, I focused my thoughts away from his overwhelming sensual appeal and sent him a feeling of drowsiness, again fueled by raw energy. It was very draining, and a struggle, not to show any external signs of strain, all the while continually masking my thoughts. I had to hurry or I would slip up soon.

"Lay on your stomach, handsome. You seem a bit tired. Just relax. Let my touch take your tension away." Andy laid on his front, and I straddled his firm buttocks and massaged him eagerly, enjoying touching him. I heard him yawn a few times. After a few minutes, I heard him lightly snoring.

I looked down at his wide shoulders. He had folded an arm under his head, the other was splayed above him. He was so lanky... I carefully crawled off of him, but couldn't resist lightly squeezing his bottom. It was firm and covered with light peach fuzz. I ached to wake Andy back up, to ask him to take me, but I knew that would be too dangerous. I had to figure out what had happened.

I moved from the bed to my pack, and gathered a few small things; enough to make Andy nap for a few hours at least. I cast a small enchantment, setting the vapors gently around him.

I watched Andy breathing softly for a few moments, noticing a funny feeling in my stomach, before getting dressed, picking up my satchel, and walking out of the bedroom and down the hall. My first stop was not far. In fact, I was just headed to the living room.

Notes

sorry for the long time, no update- i've been very busy with work & moving. hopefully things will settle down now.


oh dear!

well, i’m off to Warped (portland)! maybe i’ll see you there? ;)