Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

Andy sat down on the edge of my nest and gestured for me to join him. “Andy,” I hesitated and remained standing, “we shouldn’t have sex anymore." I blushed, embarrassed. "I can't seem to stop having exceedingly intense orgasms.” Andy cocked his head and raised his eyebrows at me, bemused. “Because of the effect it has on you! Until we figure out a way to leech out some of all the energy you have absorbed, I don’t want to make it any worse.”

I looked down at him. How could it possibly get any worse? Andy had become a distilled version of himself, and just being close to him made me salivate as his pheromones met my nerve endings like little locks to my personal key holes. Only now, they were overpoweringly recognizable. “Don't you ever want to be able to leave your house?"

Andy just looked at me, hungrily, from my head, down my chest, my belly, to my sex, down my legs, and back. His eyes, our bond, penetrated right through me. He knew I wanted him inside of me.

"I get more than I deserve out of satisfying you.” It was true- after all I had done, every time I touched Andy was more than a privilege, it was a gift. I turned fuchsia and looked at the blankets. That had come out a little more intensely than I had meant it to.

Andy surprised me, taking me by the waist and sitting me in his lap. “You want to know what will appease me, Oona?” His black eyes were soft, his long, dark eyelashes framing them. His eyelids crinkled as he smiled widely, and my heart melted. “I want my mate to be happy. I’m here for you.” The love feeling coursed through my whole body as Andy tenderly caressed my cheek.

Andy smiled even more broadly, sensing my emotions. He spoke quietly, holding me close. “I can’t believe you followed me around for four years! How’d you manage to restrain yourself for that long with feelings like that?”

I considered his question, and the answer was soon obvious. I thought it before I said it, and his breath caught briefly. “Because I love you, Andy. I didn’t mean to deceive you. I’m so sorry-“

Andy cut me off. “Shhh- Oona, never apologize for that again, ok?” He leaned in quickly, and it was as though we were kissing for the first time. His movements were slow and tentative, but heated. I had never shared such a delicate, gentle kiss as this. It was as though every nerve-transmitting cell within me was on fire, I felt a new vulnerability, and a yearning so strong I was suddenly sure Andy had enchanted me.

I forced myself to break away, half-hypnotized, shaking my head. “Andy, I’ve told you, you don’t need to enchant me if you want sex! That cursed seed is driving you to this, you don’t really want me, it’s the seed! We have to get that thing out of you!”

Andy looked at me calmly, then wrapped his arm around my midriff, pulling me against him. “I didn’t enchant you.” He didn’t? “No, I didn’t. And I’m not interested in fucking, which is what the desire you put in the seed wants. It’s different, I can feel it. I want to do something else.” My comprehension failed me. I was so sure, I had felt the same sort of surge as he had kissed me…

Andy held my face in his large, fine hands. “If I hadn’t met you, I might never have known about an important part of myself; a meaningful part, Oona. You’re helping me learn who I am. And, now, being your mate, sharing this connection… it’s weird, but it’s incredible, it’s fantastic!” Andy’s gaze intensified, and several minute, gold sparks come streaking off of him towards me. When I took them in, I gasped at the heady sensation. I felt my nipples contract and a burning, wet warmth between my legs. “The seed stays, Oona. I can’t give this up, I can’t let you go, I won’t.” Andy brought our lips together and we kissed again, the smoldering within me easily catching. I had to catch hold of his shoulders to keep from falling off his lap as that same surge ran through my entire body.

Each time our tongues would slowly glide together, the bonfire inside me grew stronger, and my resolve weakened. The pressure of Andy's lips melding tenderly against mine again and again, I was almost overcome. I felt Andy swelling against my thighs and I broke the kiss. I knew he didn’t want sex. I was confused, I couldn’t think clearly.

“Let me show you how I feel.” I blinked, I was still dazed. “Please.” Andy was begging. "Please." I could never refuse him. I nodded and gave in to the frantically raging inferno.

Notes

i know- so fluffy! there are, like, several wads of cotton candy, a variety of dwarf rabbits, an assortment of well-made baked goods, a bunch of randomly shed feathers, a couple puppies and kittens, and really fresh, hot-off-the-griddle, buttermilk pancakes flying around in the air by my computer as i type this.