*Oona’s POV*

I spent the night working with Juliet on her energy manipulation techniques. Fortunately, it turned out that her skillset was fairly comparable to mine, though the particulars were different.

It had taken a while for her to loosen up and accept that I wasn’t angry about how she had reacted when she’d seen me full of the Archangel’s energy. She’d also been embarrassed that Andy had discovered us while she had been transferring the energy back to me the only way she knew how. I, on the other hand, was just amused, especially given Andy’s enthusiastic response!

With only four days (around ninety-six hours), remaining, Juliet returned, and I took her with me to my workshop. She really struggled with understanding the process from the outset. I figured Andy likely had a natural affinity that he’d gotten from Sebastian. Juliet hadn’t seemed to inherit the same inborn proficiency from her uncommon, incubus-turned-vampire maker.

After staying up almost all night, Juliet had made a barebones scaffold for a seed, but it wasn’t quite finished yet. She was almost in tears, and it took both Andy and I consoling her to convince her that everything would be all right.

In truth, I wasn’t certain that I could teach her how to refine her seed, but I didn’t want her to feel badly. If my own lack of teaching ability led to my death from the mating ritual, it was certainly no fault of hers. I had already made up my mind that I would not allow Andy to give me his seed until he and Juliet were already mated. It would not be right.

After Juliet had left, Andy showed me the seed he had completed for her. He hadn’t wanted to reveal that he was already finished, so he’d kept busy about the workshop for over two hours just to try and avoid discouraging Juliet. I thought that was so sweet of him!

I was so proud! The little seed was very different from the one he’d made for me. It had a dragonfly’s breath, a blue-eyed, white rabbit’s blink, and a variety of items that I would never have anticipated. For example, he had thought to include the salt from one of his tears of happiness over her agreement to his marriage proposal! I beamed at him over his ingenuity.

Andy was too tired and stressed even to feel any sexual cravings when we went to sleep. He kept telling me not to be so pessimistic, and that he would never let me die. Despite his assurances, I knew what I was facing.

Andy had not even known me a full two weeks yet. I’d watched the realities of love, of living together and sharing a life, during the years I’d watched Andy. It just seemed impossible that Andy could feel love for me as he thought he did. And even if he felt something, was it enough, or the right sort to have instilled itself into the seed he’d made for me? Who was to say anything he felt for me would not be overwhelmed by his undying love of Juliet instead?

Thus, I preferred to be realistic. In just under four days, I would most likely die. Until that moment, I wanted to cherish every second with Andy, and appreciate the newfound friends I had made. I had never known how truly lonely I was. A shame I was about to lose all I had gained.

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I woke up to the sound of Andy panting quietly. Looking over at him, I saw he was masturbating frantically! “Andy… Are you-“

He jumped, startled. “-Shit!” He awkwardly put his hands in front of himself. “I, I’m sorry, I should have sensed you waking up. I was just so-“

I reached to rub his chest. “-Your seed is bothering you. Let me help.”

I gently moved his hands away, leaving his warm, hard erection available for my caress. As soon as I wrapped my hand around it, Andy groaned like a man finding his dark salvation. “God! I just need-“

I smiled. “-I know what you need. But how do you want-“

Andy interrupted me, already moving towards the center of the bed. “-Would you be on top? It’s so good when you ride- ooh!” He gasped happily as I climbed over him. “Please, you’re so sexy, baby…”

I grinned at his cheesy talk. I found it both endearing and arousing to hear him compliment me through his eroticized haze. “Do you need-“

I cut him off by shaking my head. Silly Andy! I was a succubus, I was made to be ready. He grinned widely as I bent low against him, supporting myself with one arm and feeling for his member with the other hand.

There! I held him steady as I positioned us in alignment, then rocked back a ways onto him.

Warm, sensual thrills rippled out from my sex. Andy was the perfect fit, and it felt divine to have him inside of me, as it always did.

Andy lay prone, his eyes fixated on my breasts where they rubbed against his chest, his hands tensed on my buttocks. He looked ecstatic, his lips slightly parted as I moved over him.

I bent to kiss him and he shied away, turning pink. “But… morning breath!”

I had to stop and giggle. “I don’t care; I love you.” With that, he relented and let me kiss him, grunting into my mouth with each thrust of my hips.

Something about Andy’s kiss, his touch… One point of contact felt like a thousand, each movement seemed to amplify. He rubbed into my deepest core so persistently, stroking the sensitive tissue unapologetically.

I stifled a moan as I realized I was already starting to accelerate. Probably a good thing too, who knew how long Andy had been masturbating beforehand. I knew how stubbornly unwilling he was to climax before I had.

He must have caught my thoughts, as he chuckled, breaking our kiss. “True! Uhn…”

I shifted my thighs a little for a different angle, and as good as it had felt earlier, the new approach was even better. He felt so far inside, pushing into a spot so profoundly luscious... I moaned, and Andy took the opportunity to grab ahold of my breasts, kneading them. “Mmhmm, Andy…”

Yes! I was, I was… that feeling of inevitability, the building up…Andy sensed it and groaned lowly, squeezing my breasts. “Good; fuck!”

His satisfaction in my pleasure bolstered me forward, and I increased the force of my movements, wanting to feel the sweet rapture Andy could give me. Again and again, he penetrated so far, took what I was giving so gladly; he was so hard…

I started to unravel rapidly, a moaning, desperate mess. I felt Andy’s fingers digging into my hips, urging me onwards right before I met my cataclysmic apex. The sensation rocketed through my body in thick whorls, pulsing with my heartbeat.

As my womanhood clenched Andy’s length, I felt him burst inside of me. He hissed between his teeth. I slowed, feeling inebriated and luxurious in my rhapsody, as I worked the last drops of his seed from him.

Sated, I let myself collapse into Andy’s arms. I heard him panting as the fog of bliss settled in my brain, so welcome.

Notes

happy birthday Jinxx!



see: there are awesome people over 30! ;O)