Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

I felt the nest dip a bit as Andy shifted to lay next to me. I felt his hand gently caressing my stomach, so I made myself open my eyes and flip onto my side so I could face him. He grinned, clearly proud of himself. I blushed, embarrassed that he was able to sense how profoundly he affected me. I felt his tail give mine a brief squeeze, and I smiled.

“Do you know what that was called?” Andy had a hint of mischief in his grin, I could tell he thought I didn’t know the answer. Did he think I was made yesterday? I playfully inspected his little, nubbin-like antlers.

“Cunnilingus, of course. You are the very best at it, by the way. I am a succubus, Andy, did you really think I did not know that?” Shockingly, he shook his head, still grinning!

“That was only part of it, Oona. Let’s do it again, and see if you catch on.” Andy sidled closer to me, and kissed me. Again, it was a kiss that sent me into a seemingly unending spiral of emotion and sensation. His lips seemed to flow in their movements, and as his tongue brushed mine, the love I felt for him became inseparable from the desire I had for his body.

Andy must have sensed it, he reached a hand up to lightly grip the back of my head. He hummed against my lips in pleasure and I felt him hardening impossibly quickly against my thigh. I broke the kiss and went to straddle him, eager, but Andy sat up and gently stopped me. I would have been hurt, but the look in his eyes told me I didn’t need to be.

“Hold on, Oona. When you do that, it is incredible, but I want to show you something different.” He kissed me briefly, just for a moment, a reassurance, but held my hands. “Will you lay back again?” Now I nodded eagerly as I lay back, ready and excited for whatever was to come, because it would be with Andy.

He gently spread my thighs wide apart, and massaged them gently, going from my knees upwards. When he reached where they met, I was going mad with anticipation, and tried to slide myself onto his fingers, but he pulled away, smiling. “You’re so eager, Oona… So wet…” I sighed as he took my outer lips in his fingers and caressed them, and trembled when I felt him tracing my entrance with his thumb.

The tip of his cock, still hard, rested against my thigh. I couldn’t take it, I reached for it, but Andy moved away. “Not yet.” I was so disappointed, I wanted to feel Andy inside of me, for Andy to take me, ravish me… “That’s the problem.”

“What?” I didn’t understand.

“I’m not going to fuck you Oona,” he said, his dark eyes hot and demanding. “Forget about fucking, forget about feeding for a minute. Concentrate on how you feel about me as a person. How you want to express that physically.”

Andy moved over me and gently kissed my neck. I thought about how much he loved his cats, how cute he was with them. He kissed my jaw, and I remembered watching him perform, over and over, putting everything he had into it, and critiquing himself later, sometimes unbelievably harshly. He kneaded my breast, and I thought about how Andy almost never took a break from work, he constantly toured or recorded, overflowing with ideas. He took my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking, and I thought about how good he was to his fans, despite the sometimes bizarre treatment he, the rest of his band, and his partner received.

I thought about how much I loved Andy. I wanted to show him, somehow. I wanted him to accept my love, my heart. I couldn’t help it. He was wonderful.

I lightly gripped his head and brought his face to mine, kissing him softly, languidly. “I love you, Andy.”

Andy noticed my eyes were watery. “Don’t cry, Oona, I’m here. I’m here for you.” Andy moved to kiss me again, and it shifted the tip of his length against my entrance, making him pause. I bit my lip and rubbed myself against him, slicking his erection with my arousal.

I no longer wanted Andy to fuck me. I wanted him to enter me as my mate. I wanted him to spend himself, satisfied, inside of me, as my partner. As my lover. I could almost feel my clitoris stiffening at the thought as my body rushed to lubricate my passage for him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared at him. I knew what I wanted, and I knew he could read my mind, was this what he had meant?

Notes

this will either get: (a) hot & full of emos or (b) really awkward & disastrous. what's your vote? (i might listen, i might not...) ;)