Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

I was sitting next to Sebastian, the four of us had been trying to teach him how to pet a cat more inventively. Femme had been kind enough to volunteer, with Crow giving the most advice, and I had offered perspective from a fellow beginner. Sebastian had been doing fairly well, though I secretly thought I had taken to it a bit more naturally. I thought it very odd that he had lived as a human for so long and never mastered the art of cat interaction… He had known the basic neck-to-tail move, but we were working on advanced items like ear scratches, chin rubs, and when to tell when cats do or do not want these things. Their ear-language was especially useful, as most cats don’t talk, of course. Earlier we had discussed the dangers of belly rubbing, and Crow had let me share the delightful little idiom they had taught me about ‘making muffins’ as an indicator that one’s petting of the cat is successful. Crow had also taught us both about butt scratches, the danger of over-use, and ‘elevator butt.’ We were still practicing.

Penemue surprised us all when he came quickly back down the hallway from Andy’s bedroom not five minutes after leaving, looking flustered and red-faced. Sebastian raised an eyebrow, Penemue ignored him and addressed me. “Oona, um… Andy, he… I feel that it would be best, at this time, for you to discuss… That is… It’s not a suitable time for any of us… Andy…”

I was starting to get concerned, until Sebastian, who raised Chris, of course, stated the obvious. “Oona, I think what Penemue is trying to say is that he walked in on our boy pumping his sausage. Since we’re trying to keep him happy, um… yeah…”

It took me a second to piece together the crude euphemism, but then I understood. Ah- masturbation! I looked to Penemue for confirmation, and he nodded reluctantly. “Oh dear, he must be terribly embarrassed! I’ll go talk to him!” Quickly I popped into my more human masquerade, unsure if Andy remembered any of my true form. Anything about what I actually looked like.

I walked quickly down the hall, hearing Sebastian call after me, “Don’t forget to mention the cell phone, um, later on!” I opened the door to Andy’s bedroom slowly and saw him curled under the covers in a miserable-looking heap.

“What the fuck? Can’t you knock? Leave me alone! Fuck off!” Andy sounded so dejected, my heart hurt for him. Suddenly, he sat up. “Oona! I can just barely feel you from there, come in! But shut the door, please?” He was grinning so widely, he was happy to see me, which made me happy too. I shut the door and took a seat by Andy on his bed.

As soon as I sat down, I felt the draw of his physicality. I could smell his pheromones, enthralling and compelling. Perhaps it was from having been away from him, my tolerance had gone? The urge to touch, to stare was overpowering.

I was embarrassed. I had no idea how Andy really felt about me. We hadn’t talked since his dream-walking. I looked at the sheets, unsure how to make Andy happy, what he might want.

“So that wasn’t a normal dream?” I looked up into Andy’s marvelous eyes, he was smiling at me. I couldn’t help but smile too. “After Penamoo-“

“Penemue, silly goose!” I shook my head, grinning.

“Penemue, then. After he walked in on me jerking off while I was thinking about you, I figured I hadn’t made it all up.” I blushed furiously. “As for what would make me happy, well, I think you’re beautiful naturally, Oona. I like you best with a tail.” Andy raised an eyebrow suggestively at me, and I felt some of the moisture between my thighs escape its seal. “I’d love some snuggles, if you have the time? Even better if you’re naked too.” He gave me a comical grin, and I laughed before standing and quickly shed my clothes.

Andy lifted up the sheet and blanket, and I crawled in next to him, sliding into his embrace. “This is awesome but you’re still holding out on me, cutie.” I looked up at him, confused.

“What do you mean?” It was so hard to concentrate, drinking in his smell, touching his chest, his back, his buttocks. He was starting to get an erection, I wanted it…

“You think it’s hard to concentrate?” He playfully batted my hand away from his genitals, and my mouth dropped open. “No penis for you until you stop pretending to be human! I want the real Oona. I want to kiss the real Oona, I want to see the succubus that took me as her mate, that followed me for four years because she loves me.”

Andy was looking serious now. “Oona… you want to know how I feel? I feel like I am just a guy, someone undeserving of that kind of devotion from someone as sweet and selfless as you. But, I mean… Since you do feel that way, since all this has happened, I can’t let it go, I won’t just give it up, I won’t let you die. Even if there was a way to save you, but to let you go, I don’t want to. I have felt your mind, it’s incredible, it’s beautiful. I feel like I’m not allowed to say that I love you, because, in a way, I hardly know you. But in another, I’ve known all of your thoughts and feelings while you were around me.

“So fuck words and categorizations. I want to learn how to make one of those seeds, and I want to take you as my mate. I can’t wait to share my thoughts, my feelings with you. Um, if you’ll have me. There’s no doubt in my mind, if I can just figure out, you know, just how the fuck to make a seed, that the last ingredient will work out just fine.” Shocked, I blinked a few times.

Then I dropped my human farce. I spoke quietly, scared. “Do you still feel that way now?” I looked up at Andy, nervous, knowing my irises were now black. He probably thought they were soulless-looking…

Andy chuckled. “Of course, you dork!” I smiled, ecstatic, as he pulled me to him for a slow kiss. Sure enough, I felt Andy coping a tail-feel right by my backside, seconds later. Mmmmmm…

Notes

awww... petting kitties, happy-type emos... surely all is well, right? right? nothing could possibly go wrong, right?


... right?