Succubus

*Oona’s POV*

Andy moved over me, kissing along my hips, my stomach, in between my breasts. He moved to suck on each one in turn as he molded them with the hand he wasn’t using to support himself. I felt like putty, melted under him from ecstasy, but I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had given him his own climax, gorged myself on his midnight energy.

His tail tugged lightly on mine, caressing it softly, a little awkwardly. He was getting more coordinated with each passing day. At the same time he feathered a string of kisses from my collarbone to right below my ear. I naturally moved against him to get closer, wrapping my legs around his narrow hips, feeling the brush of his dark wings against my shins and feet.

I could feel the head of his cock pushing against me, and I pressed myself against him as he kissed me, wanting to please him, to feel him inside of me. He pulled away and held my gaze as he propped himself up above me. “I love you, Oona.”

Overwhelmed, I couldn’t respond verbally. I felt tears begin to well up as I reached for Andy’s broad shoulders, urging him onwards by squeezing him against me with my legs.

Apparently, he could tell what I meant, as he smiled gently before moving his hand between us to align himself. His black eyes, so warm, widened slightly as he slid easily inside of me. The sensation was paradisiacal, I felt so connected and full in every way!

Before moving, he bent to kiss me again, and I reveled in the tender touch of his lips, the soft brush of his tongue against mine. I squeezed his tail gently, running my fingers over his back and the base of his wings; at last, he started to move, slow, deep, and sweet.

Our kiss became disjointed and sloppy as we both were overcome by the pleasure of our joining. Andy’s blackened snakes of delight caressed my skin, filling my lungs as I drank them in. He was tasty! So flavorful, savory with care and abandon!

Andy broke our kiss to pause for a moment. He impressed me by drawing my own dusky satisfaction to him and breathing them in as though he’d done it his entire life! He grinned down at me proudly, “You’re delicious… every part of you… mmn!” I had involuntarily tensed around him at the compliment, feeling flattered as my face heated up.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, “You’re beautiful, inside and out. I want you to be the mate to the incubus in me.”

He took my hand and put it on his chest, over the grayscale rose I had accidentally put there. Emotion gripped hold of me and I reached to hold Andy’s face still that I might kiss him again. He started moving even more deeply, caressing me so profoundly with his phallus that I felt myself opened completely to him, utterly taken. He murmured, “I love you… I swear…”

My heart pounded, and I made myself speak it out loud. “I love you too.”

We panted together, breathing each other’s breath and joy, intoxicated on our slow, deliberate cadence. In his arms, I felt things I’d never felt before. If only to have had this moment, everything was worth it. I would die for this man a thousand times!

Andy’s brow furrowed and I felt him stiffening somehow even further as he worked himself inside of me. Seeing his satisfaction, hearing his soft grunts of pleasure, I was swept away from all conscious thought.

It was just the two of us, together, then and there. Andy filled me to my utmost, overwhelmed me with bliss; I felt I would split apart at any moment. Desperate and in the thrall of our lovemaking, I gripped him harder, trying in vain to keep hold of reality, as I began to spiral upwards, ever upwards.

With a few more deep thrusts, I felt my body begin to blossom. Given everything, every pleasure it could ever ask for, I tasted the ambrosia of Andy’s efforts as I started to climax.

A thick wave of shock ran through me, tightening my every muscle, as ecstasy pervaded my being in thick, heady rivulets. I throbbed around him, my mind torsing and hurtling into infinity, as I could do nothing but go limp.

Only with effort could I strain to hear Andy say my name, but I felt him filling me with his seed. He slowly plunged through our orgasms, working my body to its very last, pushing me even further, and I drank in every drop of him.

When he finally stilled, I could not move, I could only breathe in the thick, gold-flecked, black plumes of his enjoyment. They curled around me, nestling against my skin and mixing shamelessly with my own, dark tendrils.

Andy kissed me slowly, the sensual movement causing me to tense around him once more and making him gasp. He let out a masculine giggle at the pinch before withdrawing, making both of us groan.

Carefully, he helped me shift to lie on my side, and I stretched my wings upwards, so that he could nestle against my back. Our tails were still loosely intertwined. Content and thinking of nothing other than the joy I felt with Andy, I fell into a deep slumber.

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