Succubus

*Andy’s POV*

With a final, sweet thrust, I opened my eyes, stunned and trembling a little, holding Oona in my arms, panting. The incredible sensations swirled together with Oona’s unrestricted affection. Suddenly I was swamped by the panic that acutely hit her. Oona was trying to suppress it, not wanting to alarm me, but it was still powerful and totally unanticipated. Confused, I gently withdrew, sat back on my knees, and then quickly realized why.

Oona’s thoughts clued me in to the fact that my wings had turned white, my hair was blonde (eew), and that gold and white, lazy tendrils of pleasure were snaking off of me instead of my (apparently) usual scarlet (really? interesting…) or more recent black. I spotted some homing into Oona. Who now looked so incredible my jaw dropped! She was beautiful before, she always had been, but now…

I could smell Oona’s sex from where I sat, it was intoxicating, it smelled of honeysuckle. I looked down at her smooth, puffy lips, her clit still swollen and engorged with blood. My eyes were drawn down to her slick, tight entrance, where I saw our combined fluids were just beginning to make their escape. My dick hadn’t even had time to go fully soft yet after the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and it yet it still started to stiffen. I was horrified.

“What? What the fuck?!?” I reached around, and my tail was gone. “What the fuck have I done?” I moved to the edge of the nest and tried to rest my head on the heel of my hands to think, but the second the tips of my middle fingers started to feel weird I got a sinking feeling. “No, no, fucking no way…”

I ran to the mirror, and sure as shit, I had a thin halo. What. The. Fuck! And I look terrible as a platinum blonde, especially a partially transparent one, not that I didn’t have bigger things to worry about… I sensed Oona’s concern, and came back to her side. I couldn’t leave Oona right away after what we had just shared. I wanted to spend some time with her. I laid next to her in her nest, carefully working with my now apparently white, giant wings, and laid her head on my chest.

“Andy, what we did, what was that called?” After all this, Oona still loved me. This strange being, she was totally devoted to me, she would do anything to make me happy. Everything she felt for me, I could sense, and I was getting better at it. It was so intense, so poignant and profound. And I had just scared the shit out of her.

“It’s called making love. I’m so sorry, Oona, I didn’t know that would happen. Intercourse isn't usually so, um, life-altering...” She didn’t mind, she believed me, she had heard of making love before, she never thought she would get to actually do it. She didn’t think we could, because I didn’t love her. She was happy. I was the most beautiful angel she had ever seen. She had to get me out of here, I was in terrible danger. It could wait just a few minutes, though, it felt so wonderful in my arms. My sexy arms.

Um, whoa, back up, what was that? "Uh, what was that, Oona?"

She laughed knowingly and hugged me. "You don't have to test me, Andy. It was making love. And I know from watching you that sex and love-making don't usually result in things like change in species, appearance, or the death of a participant a fortnight thereafter." I groaned, and Oona looked up at me, smiling, then kissed me on the jaw. My sexy jaw. I groaned again and chuckled softly, giving her a squeeze.

Notes

you can't have rainbows all the time, dudes...