Succubus

*Andy’s POV*

I held Oona in my arms, sedate contentment and physical gratification coming off of her in waves. Her wings were tucked neatly up above us by the headboard, her tail gently was stroking my leg. I fucking loved her tail, it was like a warm snake…

I breathed in her smell, like honeysuckle refined, but more pleasing, more perfect. I couldn’t be parted from Oona, I couldn’t give up the bond I had with her. But I loved Juliet with all my being, and I couldn’t give that bond up either. I honestly felt like either loss would be such a blow I might never recover.

Oona clearly had no qualms about having multiple partners, but I was cheating on Juliet. I felt horrible about not feeling very guilty about it either, and hoped that the seed was partly to blame. I'd never done anything like this before. And apparently I wasn’t human. At least, not entirely. Would Jules even want me anymore, knowing that, cheating aside? We had faced issues before together, but never anything like this…

Oona was starting to think more coherent thoughts as she held me a little tighter… She was wondering what the differences were, how she should try and make love to me. Amused, I just lay still, stroking her hair, and picked up her thoughts.

She thought there must still be kissing and foreplay, use of hands and mouth on my genitals, but did it mean she should lick my rectum, too? I had to really focus not to giggle. She was fairly certain 'love making' meant a more gentle form of intercourse, but just in case, she should check and make sure that I didn’t mean that she was meant to penetrate me anally with a large phallus. I had to lift my chin up and hold my hand over my mouth at that one! Perhaps a small item, just to stimulate my prostate? I did have a very sexy bottom, she wouldn’t mind sticking her fingers in it-

“Oona!” I chuckled at her, I couldn’t take it anymore! I really wasn’t wanting a surprise butt-fucking when I was expecting love-making, shit!

She looked up at me, surprised, wide, dark eyes innocent.“Yes? Are you uncomfortable? Did I bump you with my horns? I’m sor-“

“-No, silly! You were just thinking about making love, and, let me tell you, you were right with your first guess. Making love is, um, perhaps best described as when two people have sex in a way that incorporates how they feel for each other. Often, that ends up being, you know, slower, like, very intense and emotional. And while I’m sure, for some people, it involves, you know, rectal penetration, I’d really rather you not try and blast me anally, ok?”

Oona looked horrified. “I would never put explosives in your rectum, Andy! I love you! I would die to protect you, to prevent others from exploding your anus!”

I started laughing, “Oh, Oona, oh, god!” I kissed her forehead. “That’s just slang. You know, um, a figure of speech, an idiom.”

Oona nodded. “I see. You don’t use it terribly often, otherwise I would know it.” I thought about it, and it was true, I guess I was more prone to other crude expressions for fucking. Such as, for example, the tried and true classic, ‘fucking.’

Oona looked at me. “So, we just ‘blasted?’” Hrmmm. Not quite right.

“That’s not quite how it’s used. It’s more used as an act performed, as in, I just blasted you, get it?” Oona nodded. She liked it when I blasted her. I grinned. “Stop it, you’re inflating my ego.” She liked to inflate other things of mine... “You’re so fucking naughty, shit!”

Oona kissed my neck. “I can’t help it, Andy! The way your skin feels against mine is the closest I will ever get to Heaven. The way you make me feel, I can’t describe it. I want to try, but the words aren’t there. Just read my mind, save me the trouble of trying, it’s impossible, you tie my tongue!” Oona pressed her hand against my chest and I closed my eyes and concentrated intensely on her thoughts.

She loved me, and the feeling was so strong, so vibrant, it defied all description. She was incapable of ever deserting me, giving up on me, letting me down. That I cared for her too, at all, meant everything, when I touched her it ignited her whole being. When I brought her to orgasm, her whole mind was eclipsed by the pleasure it gave her, that I should choose to touch her, spend time with her, lay with her... She would fight to the death to defend me in any decision I ever made, including leaving her, even leaving her to die, if I chose to. She devoted herself to me, forever.

I opened my eyes, realizing something. I was already Oona’s mate. But now, there was no doubt in my mind, the incubus in me had found its mate. This was not just about being selfish, keeping Oona around because it made me happy to read a pretty demon’s thoughts, or because I liked her body and fucking her. This was real, this was for keeps.

“Oona, make love to me. Just listen to what your heart tells you.”

Notes

what can i say- happy 25th birthday to the real-life Andrew Dennis Biersack. words are not enough for a guy that i think consistently really does so much for his fans, even when some of them treat him or his loved ones poorly. as anyone who reads what I write knows, it's one of my greatest fears that anything I write might offend either him or any of his loved ones (or anyone else who is depicted , fictionalized, in a story of mine). is so, please let me know, and I will ameliorate the problem or remove the story entirely at once. real-life feelings and relationships always supercede fanfiction, always.

but I totally got sidetracked- I was wishing happy b-day to "real-Andy." *chuckle*

the music you have made with bvb has not saved my life, every individual makes their own choices, as, each day, I make my own. but things you have said, music you have made, has made a big difference for me, a positive one. when I feel hurt, when I am in pain, and I need strength, I can look to bvb, or something I remember you saying in an interview, more times than I can count. while there are many, many sources of strength for me, as there are often, for everyone, I thank you for being a pillar for me. to help me be true to myself even as I feel weak, when I am in pain.

happy (belated) birthday Mr. Biersack.