*Andy’s POV*

I looked down at the strange, diminutive thing before me, and was filled with a sense of achievement. It looked kinda like a miniature walnut, but I knew it was so much more than a wrinkled nut. However, as much relief as I felt at finally having made the fucking thing, it didn’t compare to the pride Oona felt for me. Her whole face lit up with a radiant smile. “How wonderful! You did it, Andy!”

I smirked at her, feeling cocky. “Of course I did, babe. I had a great teacher and one Hell of a good reason to learn quickly.”

Oona’s wide smile faltered for just a moment when I said, ‘Hell.’ Her reflections were mildly scandalized, as though I’d let out a really rank fart and just snickered about it, or something. Weird…

She pointed around us to her seemingly endless collection of curios, vials, flasks, and bottles. “Now all you have to do is tailor it… customize it to your target.” Hmmm. She was wondering if I intended to give the seed to her or to Juliet. She refused to infer I was truly intending to take her as my mate; she didn’t want to pressure me…

I rolled my eyes, honestly exasperated with Oona always being so disbelieving of the authenticity of my romantic feelings for her. Just because I felt differently for her than Juliet did not mean that I didn’t love her too. It really only made sense that I had contrasting feelings for them; they weren’t alike at all. They weren’t even the same species… Though putting it that way made me sound like a total degenerate.

I stood up from the stool and focused intensely on my movements. With a little fumbling, I was able to wrap my tail loosely around Oona. Given how impressed she was, it had been well worth the effort!

“This seed is for you…” I trailed off as I felt the warmth of her body’s curves with my tail. Nice!

I had been intending to tell her that she had been right about manifesting as an incubus, that it had been easier to work this way. But I realized that it wasn’t so much that the process of making the seed had been easier, as that it had been more appropriate. I wanted Oona to be the mate to the incubus in me, so it was only fitting that I made her seed while manifested as one.

Her pleasure at my declaration mixed with confusion at my silence resonated in my head as I just stood there, clinging to her and kind of awkwardly feeling her up with my tail. I’d been working on this seed for over eight hours, and she smelled so sweet and clean. She felt so lithe, her skin was soft, I wanted-

Oona caressed my tail gently and tilted her head a bit to the side as she looked up at me. “Your own seed is hungry, Andy; I can tell. Would you like me to fellate you to help you concentrate?”

I shook my head. “No, no. Do, um, do you feel like having sex? Maybe?”

Fuck, I sounded like such a dork! Why could I never be smooth about that kind of shit?
Nevertheless, Oona gave me a provocative look that left me grinning like an idiot before she led me by the hand, through her house, to the bedroom. The thoughts she was having were so amazing, I accidentally completely stopped walking twice. It was awesome to listen to her going through the pros and cons of some seriously insane sex positions! Oona just chuckled lightly at me and tugged me along.

When she lifted her diaphanous dress-thing over her head and turned around, I beamed ear-to-ear, totally awestruck by her beauty. She was so sexy! I couldn’t really tell anymore if she looked changed from day to day, when she absorbed my energy, without thinking twice about it.

Now, when I looked at Oona, I just saw her. She was so absurdly devoted to me! And despite being so much older than I was in years, she was brand new to feeling love, to having anything more than sex with humans at night. In some ways she seemed wise, and in others very naïve. All the parts of her came together into an incredibly inebriating package. Though I imagined the seed in me wasn’t helping with my out of control libido regarding aforementioned package…

Oona blushed, feeling unusually self-conscious. “While I am used to being ogled, I would have thought you were accustomed to my appearance by now.”

I raised an eyebrow and gestured at her. “How the fuck could I ever get used to that?”

I mentally cursed myself for my unbelievable lack of game and instinctively reach to adjust my hair. Why didn’t being manifested make me more suave? Wasn’t I a sex demon, damn it?!? “Er, what I mean is that it would be totally disingenuous of me to try and pretend I wasn’t totally captivated by you.”

I nodded a little to myself. That had been a little better, though Oona seemed just as pleased by both rejoinders. She sat lightly on the edge of her nest, and I could sense her anticipation, which inflated my ego even more. “How would you best like to be pleased?”

I sat down next to her, remembering to move my tail so I didn’t crush it. “How about we just wing it?”

She didn’t have to answer out loud. She was horny, I was horny, and I couldn’t concentrate enough to consider all the options she had gone through in her mind earlier. She smiled and I leaned down to kiss her.

She had such smooth, full lips! I was still wrapped up in our kiss when I felt her slip her hand under my makeshift Bengals loincloth and grab my dick! I grunted into her mouth in surprise before regaining focus.

At first I felt sheepish. I wasn’t totally hard yet, so I was afraid Oona’d think I was small or not into it. But when I sensed the flood of gratification she got from feeling me getting stiffer, growing as she touched me, my embarrassment wore off.

When I pulled away, I was momentarily freaked out when I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of black mist-snakes surrounding us. But once I saw Oona inhale a few, her eyes bright obsidian, I remembered that the crazy energy-thingies were always there, I just couldn’t see them unless I was manifested.

Oona crawled into the middle of her nest and beckoned me closer. I took the opportunity to chuck off my battered, improvised loincloth.

For just a moment, I stared into Oona’s onyx eyes and savored her thoughts and emotions. She was so happy; I made her happy all the time! And I had such a fine phallus!

I chuckled. “I’m glad you like it, but it can wait.”

Oona had been running her fingers over the greyscale rose on my chest, her sigil. She looked up at me, not following. I grinned, looking forward to pleasing her. “Just lay back?”

She blushed fuchsia as her thoughts scattered, disorganized, amidst flurries of flattery and arousal. “That’s really not necessary, I can…“

I just raised an eyebrow at her and smiled until she trailed off. She looked away, bashful. “I’m just not accustomed to cunnilingus. Much less with such dedication and frequency.” Her blush traveled all the way to her collarbone.

I grinned. “Well, the best way to acclimate to something is practice, right?”

Oona scoffed. “You hardly need any prac-“

I cocked my head at her. “-But I want practice. I enjoy practicing; practice makes perfect! Surely you don’t mind?”

Oona smiled as she shook her head. As she laid back, I could feel her wondering if it would be as good as it had been before, or if it would be different every time? Was I really not too tired after working for so long?

I chuckled as I nudged her legs apart. Without further ado, I scuttled closer to her on my elbows and honed in on my target.

For just a few seconds I was able to focus on tasting Oona’s excitement on my tongue. But then her feedback overwhelmed my brain and I was left operating purely on stimulus and response as I got off on her reactions.

I couldn’t have told you what I was doing, I just repeated the things that made Oona feel the best. For a second I had to take a moment to readjust, as I was getting hard again just from what Oona was feeling.

She liked things a little rougher than any other woman I’d ever been with. I found myself doing crazy shit like rubbing my teeth over her clit and biting at the base of it. I could hear her wings knocking erratically against the pillows in her nest as she started to moan.

Her cries were low and sensual, and I peeked upwards briefly to see her eyes were closed and her face was contorted, as though she were fiercely concentrating. We were surrounded by a thick, black haze. Perfect.

My neck was starting to hurt, but I didn’t care. I could tell how good Oona felt, how close she was! “Andy… Andy, I-“

A force ran through my brain, and I felt it shuddering through Oona’s entire body as it tore apart every cohesive thought for both of us. All that was left behind was her orgasm; swollen, ripe, throbbing! I registered that she was calling my name and gripping my hair on some level, but my focus remained on sucking and licking at Oona’s clit, to make her high last for as long as possible.

Once she was spent, I crawled up next to her and cradled her head on my arm as she curled tightly to my side. As we both caught our breath, I looked around at the black energy-gas and watched it swirling around us. I concentrated, as I had before, and found I could call it to me using my will easily. I grinned, as I realized that Oona's pleasure made me feel satiated like a good meal.

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