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I stood up immediately and took the blondes hand without hesitation.
"Hale, Dyson?" I called out as I moved towards the large door quickly. "Can you two get Kenzi home?" I questioned hastily, my eyes almost certainly brilliant blue.
"Sure, we'll get her home," they both called out with a nod – not having to question the reason behind my urgent request.
I ushered us out of bar and began to walk us the half a mile to the apartment however, the walk took a lot longer than it should have. After the first 10 steps, Lauren tugged on my arm and then slammed my body into the brick side of a building before covering my lips with hers – forcing her tongue to explore every crevice of my mouth. She drew some chi, but before she got too far, I reversed our positions, settling my right thigh between her legs and attaching my lips to her long, elegant neck. Her gasps and groans made me pool my skin-tight leather pants and I knew that I had to get her home… I did not want to fuck her out in the open where I'd also have to be worried about god knows who or what. I did not want another Fae's attention – or a humans for that matter. One way to make a human think they've gone insane is for said third party to watch an exchange of chi – and there were many exchanges between Lauren and I even in the 10 minutes that we were making out against the side of the hardware store. Despite my instincts, I extracted my form from hers and practically drug her the remaining quarter mile – my eyes solely focused on the street ahead. Lauren, being the playful seductress she was, used this opportunity to continue to pulse me through my own hand. I returned her favor more than once. It made for a very interesting and relatively quick walk as we nearly broke into a run. By the time we neared the apartment, we were both burning with want, our respective skins ablaze, and our inner cores screaming with need.
I pinned her forcefully between my humming body and the face of my front door as I kissed her vigorously breaking the kiss only to nip at her soft, tender lips. My uncharacteristic trembling hands fumbled to find my keys in my back pocket – my mind was clearly elsewhere. She roamed her hands acrossed my covered breasts, pulling and tugging at the flimsy fabric, and massaging the tender, sensitive tissue beneath as I worked on unlocking the deadbolt – eventually succeeding. I was certainly surprised at how long it took me to unlock the damn door – I was never this uncoordinated. Then again, I had never experienced the power of a succubus pulse firsthand, either. No wonder everyone was putty the moment I touched them. Once we crossed the threshold of the apartment, Lauren, somehow, overpowered me for a brief second and my back hit
the wooden door with a loud thud. I had to hand it to her – the woman was strong. Like, really strong. I underestimated her strength simply because her petite form did not show much brute, but the elegant, nerdy woman could definitely hold her own. She crashed our lips together – her tongue meeting mine in a haste of passion. We battled it out – our hands grabbing at hair, clothes, skin…pulling each other closer. She moved her thigh to meet my core and I moaned loudly into her mouth before moving my own knee to give her equal access. We rocked and danced unsteadily against one another as each of our throbbing cores pressed down heavily on rock-hard thighs – desperately seeking just the right amount of friction. She made quick work divesting me of my low-cut black see-through top and camisole – practically throwing the set across the room - before unbuttoning her own vibrant pink oxford.
In a single second, she broke all contact and took two steps back – leaving me desperately hungry but yet still pressed up against the door. With blue speckled eyes locked with mine, she shimmied, excruciatingly slowly, out of the three-quarter sleeved top, revealing mouth-watering breasts and barely-tanned skin covered only by a light purple satin bra. She trailed a pair of long fingers down a collar bone, past the swell of her barely covered breasts, and finally onto her toned stomach, resting just near her circlular belly button ring. I would have never pictured Lauren – the doctor – to have a belly button ring, but god, on her – it was sexy as hell. Someone once told me that geeks/nerds do it better. They weren't kidding. With Lauren standing just two feet in front of me, teasing me, it was hard to breathe. My airway felt restricted by my heart raging against the inside of my chest, nearly breaking my rib cage with each beat.
She shifted and stood there expectantly - hands on her hips, licking her lips, chest heaving. "Well, what are you waiting for, succubus?" she taunted.
That. Was. It.
With a low growl, I lunged off the door – the succubus in me taking full control – and I forcefully pinned her against the opposite wall, my lips and teeth attacking her taut skin. Dull nails dug into my back as I swiftly removed her bra and took a pointed nipple into my mouth urgently. She moaned loudly in approval – I smiled in response. With each lick or suck of her nipple, Lauren cried out in pleasure - another trait I did not expect from the blonde. However, I couldn't say I minded. In fact, the more Lauren cried out, the more she moaned, the more she whimpered only gave me one goal: I wanted every single neighbor to hear her scream my name.
Although my instincts had definitely taken over, a little bit of logic kicked in: I had to get us into my bedroom. Kenzi could very well be home at any moment and while she'd unfortunately see (or possibly trip over) all of the strewn clothing and hear all the animalistic noises, I didn't necessarily want her to see the physical contact that went along with the lack of clothes or noises. I mean, sure, it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before or hadn't done before for that matter, but just as I didn't want to see Kenzi in the act, I knew she didn't want to see ME in the act.
I detached myself from Lauren's breast reluctantly and crushed my lips against hers before pulsing her skin and drawing some of her sweet, peach-like chi, my hands reaching up to grab onto her arms – God her arms. I ran my fingers up and down her biceps softly, trying to feel those toned muscles under her soft skin as she began to draw chi from me once again. Her soft brown eyes were dark, focused, primal. Yes, I needed to get her to the second floor. Before she could make a move after taking the last of my chi that she wanted (for the moment) I gripped the belt of her jeans energetically and pulled her into me quickly.
"Upstairs," I growled into her ear before biting the lobe gently – eliciting a shiver up the blonde's spine.
I loosened my grip on her metal buckle so I could work the belt open as I walked her up the stairs before reaching my four-post bed. I tried pushing her down – I wanted to take her, make her mine, make her scream my name… but she had different plans. Her black eyes turned ice blue as she shoved me against the nearest wall and dropped to her knees. Nimble fingers undid the button of my leather pants, and as she dragged the zipper down, her knuckles brushed the most sensitive of places. I wanted her so badly – I was wet, my core was throbbing mercilessly, begging to be touched, begging to be filled, begging to have release. She helped me out of my boots, before freeing my legs of the second skin and with one move of her hand, she pinned my hips against the wall and moved her tongue against my soaked center.
I cried out from the surprise. My head rolled back onto my shoulders, I relaxed my thighs to let her have room, and my fingers tangled into her hair as she parted my sensitive lips with her expert tongue. With every lick and every nip, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the edge – that glorious, heavenly edge. She pulsed me. It was like humming electricity jolting through my veins. My legs spread even more to accommodate her ministrations – her tongue plunging into my core with purpose. She sucked with her tongue still embedded into my pussy –it felt like her tongue was reaching places I knew logically it couldn't. Oh it felt so damn good.
Then it hit me – was I, a succubus, about to let her get me off first with little to no fight? Yes, it felt good - god her tongue was magical, but I was a succubus, dammit. As much as I hated it, I could not and would not let her get the best of me, not just yet. I wanted more of her before I came. Granted there was bound to be more than one, but anticipation, starting and stopping, made for a bigger, better, explosive release in the end.
Enduring the pain of stopping an orgasm at its inception, I grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand before crashing her lips with mine. I could taste myself on her tongue. I was sweet, but something told me I definitely was not as sweet as she. As badly as I wanted a release, I wanted to feel her release even more. I expertly ripped the jeans from her lower body before moving us to my queen size bed. I crawled over her and paused for a moment as I took her in. I saw my eyes reflected in her orbs - I had never experienced blue eyes staring back at me. This was going to be one hell of a night. I dropped one hand between us – moaning at the wetness I discovered when I parted her lips softly with my fingers.
"God, Bo. Don't tease…" she whimpered, her body writhing beneath me seeking for more friction, more contact, more…just more.
"But Doctor," I licked the ridge of her ear, "teasing is the best part."
She groaned in disapproval. She wanted me to fuck her right then. That was NOT going to happen. I wanted something first. I wanted her to scream my name – scream for me. I wanted to her tell me just how bad she wanted it. I wanted her to scream that she wanted it. Yep. This succubus had a goal and I did not lose.
I took her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked on it briefly before smoothing my tongue over the bruised flesh. I chuckled slightly as she groaned and continued to writhe beneath me. I leaned back down and kissed her neck – trailing my lips upward to suck and nibble on her ear lobe before making my descent, battering her skin with hard pressed kisses and strategically placed nips along her collarbone and ribs. I drew circles first around her left nipple and then around her right nipple with my tongue before bringing my free hand to roll one nipple while I sucked and licked on the other. I kept my hand and mouth in rhythm, pulsing her intermittently. Her back arched in response– forcing her breasts into me more – and I felt the sheets become tighter underneath me, indicating her tight grip. I could do this forever. Her breasts weren't large, but they weren't small either. They were perfect – just a little more than a handful: my favorite kind. Boobs much bigger were a waste. Don't get me wrong – I loved boobs. All boobs. Big boobs, small boobs, medium sized boobs, real boobs, fake boobs – just not man boobs. I had definitely had my fair share of big-boobed women in my bed, but I always felt like I was neglecting them – or other parts of the womens' bodies. But Lauren? Damn. This woman had the perfect set of breasts and frankly, I could still spend all night tweaking her nipples, sucking, biting, licking… she reacted. The more she reacted, the more I wanted to play. The more she reacted, the more I wanted to torment her.
"Bo, please…" she whimpered, nearing desperation.
I smiled into her tight, swollen nipple before letting it go with one last 'pop'. I shimmied up her body – my right hand still toying with her wetness below. I never settled on one spot to tease and I never stopped teasing. If Lauren was wet before, she was drenched now. Her warm juices were dripping down to my wrist – it made me almost dizzy to think of just how sweet she would taste…almost.
"Please what?" I taunted just before I simultaneously pulsed her core and drew a little chi.
She visably shook.
Succubus was back. This is how I liked it – THEM in the palm of MY hand. Don't get my wrong, I loved a good orgasm as much as the next girl – okay, well more than the next girl – but I had a bit of an ego I had to fulfill first.
"You know what," she gave me a pointed look – trying to be as serious as she could be while ignoring the sweat developing on her brow.
"Tell me," I whispered huskily into her ear.
She bit her lip.
I pushed another pulse directly into her core.
She shook then bit her lip.
Oh this was fun.
"Just say it. You know you want to," I egged her on.
"Bo…"
I pulsed her again.
I watched as she focused so hard on just breathing. I knew I was being mean. I knew I was driving her crazy. It was hard to ignore her body's responses and if she didn't give in soon, I really wasn't sure what I was going to do because my body was responding both in a hungry sense and in a physical sense. I wanted to feed. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be fucked. BUT I also wanted to hear her say it. I wanted her to be so desperate that she clutched to the last little bit of clarity to tell me what she wanted.
I pulsed her again – moving my fingers in and out of her folds, up and down, circling her clit, moving to her entrance, circling the throbbing core. I pulsed her breast that my free hand was still resting on.
"Jesus, Bo!" she grunted.
"Say it Lauren and you get everything you want," I persuaded.
"Fuck…fuck me, Bo. Please just fuck me!"
Goal accomplished.
"Feed!" I directed loudly as I crashed my lips onto hers simultaneously entering her with two and then three fingers.
Although I felt a good amount of chi being drawn out of my body, I wasn't worried because while Lauren could mimic my powers while she was around me - she wasn't a true succubus. She only could take as much as I'd let her, but I wanted her to have enough to explode.
As I pumped in and out of her, she reached a hand down between us and entered me forcefully, causing me to bend my head down, breaking the chi exchange, and cry out in pleasure. Our bodies were a mess of tangled limbs, married parts, sweat, and radiating heat. We pulsed each other, we drove our fingers into each other, we rubbed clits, curled fingers, dug nails into skin… Each pulse gave us a renewed urge – a renewed energy to keep going, to pump faster, harder, to scream louder… We were a beautiful mess.
I looked up at her pained expression – she was so close… I was so close. The succubus instinct took over and I fed off of her – drawing out each little aspect of her orgasms with it. I pulsed my fingers inside of her and in response, her fingers shook inside of me. With each small crash of her organsm, I fed, then let her feed, then fed again. As she continued to shake inside of me, my orgasm crashed over me as well – brilliant white lights danced behind my eye lids – intensifying when I drew chi from her and dimming (just slightly) when she drew chi from me. There was this never ending exchange of chi – eventually we didn't even realize who was feeding from who or who was coming, we only knew that we were. With one final orgasm and feed, I collapsed onto her – her face plastered with a satiated, goofy-happy smile.
I shifted off of her and onto my side to rest – and to let her breathe without much difficultly. Even though it felt wonderful to be pressed up against her so tightly, I knew what it felt like to have the weight bearing down on your chest. It wouldn't have surprised me if she fell asleep, in fact, I was expecting her to. We had been at it for a couple of hours at least and the sex was extremely intense – even for me. To be honest, I had never quite had sex like that before, so it was definitely a new experience. It wasn't that other sex was bad, but tonight in particular, was just better. I had never exchanged chi with anyone before – it continually renewed us, wave after wave, crash after crash. When I felt her starting to tire, I pulsed her and then she fed – when I started to come down from my high, she pulsed me and then I fed. It was incredible. And now that we had both come down (or were coming down) from our repeated highs, I was actually tired. I never tired from sex. Sex typically recharged me – almost instantly too. A succubus was the equivelant to a sexy energizer bunny… we just keep going and going and going… However, for some odd reason my body was betraying my nature, so I closed my eyes and let myself fall into the comfort of my bed and the softness of the very sexy woman beside me.
It felt like only a few minutes had passed, but I knew it had to have been a little longer, when I felt teasing fingers trace the skin of my stomach, and hot breathy whisper in my ear. There was no way she was ready for more. I didn't even know if I was ready for more. Who was I kidding? I was always ready for more.
She licked the ridge of my ear and I shuddered slightly.
"Bo," she breathed into my ear. "Aw, did I tucker out the succubus?" she teased.
I bit my lip as my body writhed against her in response. "Who's tired?" I asked, my eyes still closed.
She rolled on top of me completely and put her thigh between my legs – settling right on my core before kissing my skin – first sweetly and then more roughly – her desire propelling her forward. I gasped as my core immediately responded to her her thigh and her kisses.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was ready for more. I certainly was. Her breasts rubbed against me – gravity was definitely my friend. With each kiss, each bite, each pass of her strong fingers against my body, I responded – the succubus waking up once again. I was fully fed, but even a fully fed succubus is never satisfied.
I opened my eyes to see flashes of blue in hers. Apparently there were many many benefits to this whole "I cant take on limited powers from other Fae that I'm in close proximity to" thing that was Lauren's species of Fae. For instance, I'm sure that it's beneficial if you're fighting – you can use strength for strength. However, in my case, it was a big perk for sex. My eyes flashed and remained blue in response to seeing hers, I smiled widely and used all of my strength to flip us over.
I didn't move. Instead of flipping us over so I could have Lauren on her back – exactly where I wanted her - she had intercepted my wrists and effectively pinned them above my head.
"Not this time, succubus," she growled carnally.
She dragged her fingers down my arms and my shoulders until her fingertips reached my breasts. She traced the soft skin she found slowly starting from the outside and working her way in – my hard peak the obvious target.
"It's my turn," she whispered before taking my nipple into her mouth and sucking on it languidly – obviously taking her time to enjoy every second before switching to the other breast. I squirmed beneath her – desperate for her to touch me more. She obliged, shockingly, by moving her knee upwards to connect with my center – allowing me a bit of friction before suddenly taking it away and re-shifting so that she was straddling my hips. I could feel her wetness pooling on my lower stomach.
I was now beyond frustrated. She let me have just a little pleasure before completely ripping it away. She was teasing. I didn't want to tease. I didn't want to be teased. I wanted her.
"I want to taste you," I whispered to her, biting my lip.
She raised her head after one final graze of her teeth on my nipple to meet my eyes. "You want to taste me, Bo?" she asked playfully.
I nodded with a small whimper.
"Please?" I begged.
"Maybe in a bit," she responded before diving back into my breasts – playing with them like their were her two favorite toys in the entire world.
I felt the pressure building in my lower stomach – that divine sensation – but logically I knew Lauren would not give me a release so soon. I was helpless – completely at her mercy. I tried to free myself several times, but the blonde intervened easily each time causing me to remain on my back and at her disposal. She migrated from my breasts to my stomach, my hips, my thighs, my ribs, until finally she kissed me hungrily. As she kissed me, I began to draw chi from her – with chi exchange also comes strength. I overpowered her with a guttural growl; with one hand I held her to the mattress and then maneuvered myself between her legs until I was able to lower myself and breathe in her scent.
Her sweetness filled my nostrils and with an almost-silent moan I lowered myself to taste her - the buds on my tongue exploded as I heard her cry out my name. I spent my time kissing, licking, and sucking at her lips before parting them completely with my tongue and wrapping my plump lips around her pulsing clit. With one suck of her clit and one small pulse to her core, she shook above me – her fingers tangled in my hair tightly. My tongue could physically feel the vibrations from the waves of her orgasm as it ripped through her - the neighbors would definitely hear that scream.
I was so not done. She had more in her. I didn't know if she could keep up because Lauren was just that sexual on her own or if she could keep up because she could mimic some of the succubus. Either way, she was going to remember the night she bedded a succubus and as I definitely did not want to it be the first and only time with Lauren, I did not want to disappoint.
I shifted myself so that my pussy was in direct line with her mouth as I continued to lap, kiss, and playfully nip at her swollen lips and drenched core. She grabbed the back of my legs and pulled me down to her – god that tongue was just as magical the second time around. I moaned loudly into her pussy – eliciting a chain reaction. This was probably one of my favorite positions - I absolutely loved how women taste, and each woman was different. Some were drastically different, some were subtly different, some were good different, and others were bad different. Lauren – Lauren tasted like her chi. Peaches. I would never be able to draw chi from her again without being reminded of how wet, warm, and sweet she was here. She moved her hips to gain more friction just as I knew my hips were grinding against her. I steadied myself onto one palm and entered her with two fingers while my tongue entertained her clit. Her strangled cry was muffled as she put all of her effort into licking and sucking on my clit – trying to keep focus. When she entered me with three strong, forceful fingers, it was a pleasant shock. She pulsed my core and I returned the favor. We were back to being a mess, but instead of exchanging chi, we rhythmically pulsed one another, neither of us permitting ourselves to let go first.
Wave after wave crashed over us, our united bodies frantic, dancing against one another urgently, unrhythmically as we fought desperately to hold on until neither of us could. Surprisingly, I let go first – my final orgasm tearing me from the inside out, Lauren following directly behind me. Our cries filled the otherwise silent room – carrying throughout the house, I'm sure. Lauren's body convulsed with its final release – little tremors following subsequently. I was barely able to voluntarily move myself, but I managed to reverse my position to hold the shaking woman. I buried my nose into the crook of her neck while I held her close to me. She smelled of sex, sweat, and shampoo. I wasn't typically the girl that liked to cuddle afterwards, I mean, sure 90% of the time my partner of the night was too damn tired to move, so they'd just sleep in the bed, but we didn't cuddle or touch in any way. Something about Lauren made that typical Bo characteristic dormant tonight. I wanted to touch her, hold her, breathe her in. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, feel her breathe, feel her heartbeat through her flushed skin. I didn't know what, but something was changing and far be it from me to stop it.