Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

I saw Andy’s comprehension finally dawn when his now-black eyes widened briefly as he watched me take his pleasure in. I increased my efforts, to make the black plumes that came out of him even stronger. I wasn’t surprised that he had been alarmed- he hadn’t been able to see the manifestations of sexual gratification before, apparently now he could, at least for the moment. I supposed they did look a bit like smoke, albeit delicious smoke.

I put everything I had into pleasing Andy orally- I licked and sucked as I ran my lips over his girth, then squeezed his glans, feeling his whole cock pulse in my hands. I ran my finger along the tip, allowing his precum to coat it, then licked both my finger and his slit clean. I pumped his shaft with my hand as I worked him with my mouth, curling my tongue and humming in delight- his thick, black, demonic ecstasy was exquisite, I couldn’t get enough! Andy groaned, lightly gripping my hair. I clutched his firm behind, trying to go faster, wanting to taste his incubal seed more than anything. On some subconscious level, I was trying to give Andy something, anything; if he couldn’t accept my heart, I wanted him to have my body.

That’s why I was shocked and hurt when Andy gently stopped me. I had not been halted, mid-fellatio, in hundreds of years, perhaps thousands. And… to be stopped by the only person I had ever loved… I gaped at him, frozen in rejection, saliva and precum running down my chin and onto my chest. Andy, of course, realized I was upset, and gently helped me to my feet.

“No, no- Oona, you know that I love the way your mouth, your lips, your hands...“ Andy drew me to him and kissed me, gently kneading one of my now-slippery breasts and running the other hand along my neck, then resting his forehead against mine. “Fuck. I just, I can’t…”

Andy sighed, then pressed a few gentle kisses into my neck. I wondered if perhaps he meant this was the last time I would feel his touch. Whatever he decided, I would respect it. I loved him. More than anything, I just wanted him to be happy. I tried to cherish these last few seconds of contact, and lightly clung to him. Even when he was semi-transparent, he smelled so good…

Andy squeezed me a little tighter against him then bent down to my ear. “That’s not what I meant, silly.” I peered at him, and he had a cheeky grin. “I think I’m here because I’m your mate, Oona. When you’re in pain, I can’t stay away, I came.”

I frowned, distressed. What I had done had brought Andy, who was mostly human, to the Underworld? He had come because I was upset? How would he ever get any sleep? Or was he asleep right now? How could I possibly stop myself from being disappointed, so this wouldn’t happen again? I was destroying Andy’s life!

“I’m so sorry, Andy! I didn’t mean to make you my mate! I know, I know…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud. That I knew that my feelings were one-sided. That Andy was here because I had put something in his head that compelled him to be. That I would pay the ultimate price for my ignorance. I knew Andy could read my thoughts, so he would know how I felt. “I will try harder to be positive, so this doesn’t happen again. Soon things will go back to normal for you, don’t worry.” I tried my hardest for a bright smile, and succeeded, but I could tell my eyes were watering a bit. Dammit.

Andy shook his head. “No, Oona. C’mon.” He gently led me by the hand back to my bedchamber. “I don’t have the words, ok? Let me show you how I feel.”

Notes

how do you think Andy feels?