Succubus

*Andy’s POV*

Having already experienced how making love with Juliet after being joined as mates, I was, frankly, eager to share the experience with Oona. Juliet was my fiancée, and I loved her with all my human heart, but Oona was my succubus, and I loved her with the rest of me, unreservedly.

As I sat on my bed, looking at Oona’s sweet behind, framed by her long hair, I contemplated suave lines to try and seduce her with. Real winners like, ‘would you like to have sex now?’ and the very classy, ‘I know we just had sex, but I’d like to do it again, how about you?’ were all that came to mind. Dammit.

Oona sensed my frustration at my total lack of game and came to sit next to me. “Hey, you don’t need fancy words to bring my desire for you to the surface.” I could tell she was mildly amused, though she didn’t say it out loud.

Then, without, that I could tell, contemplating doing it in advance, she just reached for my penis and started stroking! I just looked at her hand on my shaft as it started to harden a little. “Um, you really do just do stuff like that instinctively or something, don’t you?”

Oona just chuckled, and I caught a little whiff of her honeysuckle scent. “And you really do like the way I smell.” She leaned towards me, still pumping away. “I, likewise, relish your scent.”

I grinned like an idiot before tackling her to the bed, careful not to crush her wings, making her laugh and feel happy surprise. Having dislodged her hand, I was better able to focus, and I moved to kiss her.

The experience was incredible, really. On one level, I could feel her soft lips against mine, her tongue sliding inside my mouth. On another, I sensed her enjoyment of it as well. But, dimly, now, I could also feel her gratification that I loved kissing her too. It was like an infinite echo of mutual pleasure.

She thought, briefly, that then might be an appropriate time to suck me off, which made me break our kiss to chuckle. “What?Y ou like it when I provide you oral satisfaction.” She grinned up at me confidently.

I just shook my head. “I haven’t even gotten to shower since the last time we were together-“

She rolled her eyes, “-And you think I am unfamiliar with my own taste?”

Ok, that turned me on a little. “Uh, no… I just meant, that, you know, I’m-“

She continued to smile up at me, “-I know. And you’re not ‘all sweaty,’ you silly man!” She raised an eyebrow suggestively. “I see very well that you are erect. Why have you not entered me yet?”

I laughed out loud at that! “We’ve only been kissing for a few minutes! I thought-“

She raised that perfect eyebrow again, “-You are thinking like a human. I am ready for you the moment I wish to be. You may be free of the compulsion from the seed, now that it has its mate, but that doesn’t mean that you must abandon the practice of fucking in favor of love making every time, you know.”

I read her loud and clear. She was horny and wanted to fuck, post-haste. Knowing that was all the stimulus I needed, but the fact that she started stroking my cock again made the situation an urgent one. Quickly, I positioned myself between her legs, loving the feel of her wrapping her smooth thighs around my waist, spurred on by the feeling of her own anticipation.

A part of me was still kind of aghast at just moving so quickly to intercourse, it seemed weird and unnatural, but that human part of me was abruptly silenced when I felt the head of my cock rub against her clearly eager center. I hurriedly grabbed my base to get us in alignment, then thrust inside her.

Ughn! I loved the way she felt, so hot and moist around me; but she loved the way I felt inside of her, filling her. She loved that I loved her pussy. My mind almost short-circuited from the infinite Fibonacci spirals of decadent hedonism. Only my most basic instinct gave me the wherewithal to pull back and then go deeper again, and again.

Her lavender breasts shook with each plunge inside of her. She was already so wet for me, lubricating my way so easily through her snug walls. I sensed when she abandoned her concentration on technique and just gave in to reveling in the sensation, and I felt victorious, conquering in her tight, little slit.

Our rhythm was the quick and hard cadence of two people, two lust demons, desperate for each other. I moved to grip her breast possessively, and she liked it how it felt, liked that I loved the feel of her body in my hands.

Dimly I was aware of the clouds of our black energy swirling around us, but I paid little heed to them, totally engrossed in her. She was magnificent.

We kissed messily as she brought her hips up, ravenously, to meet mine. We both heard the wet sounds of our fucking as we met and parted repeatedly.

I felt an immense pressure that wanted relief, the profound desire to blow my wad inside of her, but I held it off as I waited for her own tension to build. It was challenging, with how amazing she felt, how she felt about me.

I loved Oona. I loved her, I was fucking the succubus I loved, my mate, god! I groaned at the difficulty of holding back, but just nailed her harder, refusing to give up.

At last, listening to her moans, I felt hot satisfaction coat her every nerve fiber, blossoming out from where we met to fill her where I couldn’t reach. Her whole body tensed as one unit. She clenched around me as her eyes rolled back, and with three more thrusts, I detonated.

I felt everything coming out of me, through my dick and into her, everything I had, and everything I wanted to give. I pumped her languidly as my lust and desire spilled inside of her in thick spurts, as she milked me for more. Together we danced on the highest plateau of existence.

At last, spent and vulnerable, I let myself collapse onto her soft, limp form. Dimly I was aware of the sweet smell of honeysuckle and the sounds of our ragged breathing.

Notes

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