Chapter 25: Those old lessons

There was an intense wave of pleasure crashing over me as Adrian stroked his cock deeper into me. His green eyes held mine as he watched me climax under his touch and cock.

My orgasms had changed since we had started tuning into my bodies signals and my crash of intense amounts of pleasure to very small, normal, amounts. Now Adrian's pleasure was my goal, like it had been in the beginning of our relationship, like it was when he completed my Awakening and I became a Succubus, living off the pleasure. I wanted him to be satisfied, my own satisfaction coming from his.

"You are beautiful," Adrian sighed as he steadily fed my flower his cock. Three years into our sex life and I was still shy to call my secret place anything other than a flower.

I traced his scar, cutting his face almost in half as I gazed into his eyes. A misplaced death scythe he said once when I asked. My lover, an ex-Death God - a glorious job for a glorious man. A man who could make my body heat up and shutter in utter pleasure. I rode the orgasm as the blissful wave and pulled him down to kiss me as I felt his release join mine.

Adrian rolled gently off me and we laid staring at the ceiling, our breaths and hearts slowly coming down. Over the past six months we had to re-train my body to be satisfied by his needs as well as mine, and for me not to want to take more, even so I could push him into giving me all the pleasure I could draw out. We had regularly seen Dr. Jamerson and he had been supportive in our pace to undo my body's cravings. He had said I had began to train it to crave the maximum amounts of pleasure, much like an addict who was wanting the next opium fix as soon as the previous one waned even a little.

I sighed as I turned into my consort and took my lovers deep kiss, smiling at him as we parted. I never doubted that he loved me as I sought pleasure in other men, driving my desire to have a child with him to almost letting my nature consume me. I knew we were on this path exploring a newly Awakened Succubus, together. Now, we had others to help guide us, and our lives had become better - the sex, the everyday, the family we had.

"I hear Seth," he muttered as I dropped another kiss on his lips.

"My turn," I said, giggling as he picked me up and rolled me off the bed. I felt like I was floating for the few moments I was in his arms. "Keep the bed warm?"

"Of course my love," he said.

Seth was now three, and did not sleep through the night. We had a cranky child on our hands some days, and a lovely angelic child, another. Now, opening the door, I saw him on the floor, his blocks and stuffed animals scattered around him.

"Mama, play!"

"Seth, it's dark, night time. You need to sleep," I said, picking him up. He fussed as I walked to the bed and sat down on it. "Tomorrow we go see Tabitha, but only if you sleep."

"Tabba!"

I smiled. "Yes, Tabba. But you need sleep. You didn't even nap for daddy."

Seth pouted and I kissed his little forehead. He was so cute when he was throwing a fit. "Tabba."

"She is in bed. And you need to go to sleep too."

He seemed to ponder my infinite wisdom and finally looked at me, his blue eyes drinking in mine. "Night night."

I closed my eyes and sent a silent prayer of thanks. "Night night,"

Closing the door to Seth's room, his deep and steady breaths of a deep sleeper making me suddenly tired. Turning I found my lover in the doorway, watching me. His green eyes danced with laughter and pride. I placed a finger on my lips and walked quickly towards him.

"I love you," he breathed, taking me into his arms and guiding us back to our bed. "Seth has the best mother in the world."

I stifled a laugh. "Well I am not sure about that. I'm trying to reason with a three year old."

We curled up, arms around each other and fell asleep ourselves.

The next day Seth and I sat in the back of the carriage as Adrian guided us back toward the manor outside London. I marveled, again, at the grandiose home of our friends Sebastian and Mey-Rin and their child. Of course, I reminded myself as we slowed down, it was not their home, they were servants of the Earl. It had been a few months since we had gotten together with the other couple who had their own unique tale. Sebastian was a demon and Mey-Rin an ex-assassin. I handed Adrian Seth as I climbed out of the carriage. Our only friends were just as extraordinary as us.

"Daylia!" Mey-Rin's voice rang out as we rounded the manor and into the gardens. She hugged me and I pulled back and smiled. The few months we had not seen each other had given her a soft rounded belly. She grinned and placed a hand on her stomach. "Another one to add to our interesting family."

"I'm so happy for you both," I said, giving her another hug. I felt her stiffen a bit and pulled away, confused.

She bit her lip and looked at me. "I'm so sorry - I should have told you. I know… oh I'm so sorry," she repeated, her mostly brown eyes welling with tears.

"Oh no, no," I said, knowing why she was suddenly so self-conscious. "I am so happy for you and Sebastian. Adrian and I have a lot to still learn about me before we try again. Please, let me be happy for you."

Mey-Rin hugged me again. "I promise we will find a way for you to have another child too."

I thanked her, knowing that she understood a little about how I desperately wanted to have a child by Adrian. We had both found the loves of our lives - eternity of lives - and would navigate all that it meant to love an immortal, each of us being a little immortal ourselves.

Oh my... so many times I wanted to cry over poor Daylia's life. From a midnight session under the hands of Claude, to becoming the lover of the Undertaker, it's been a pretty cute ride. I'm not sure if this is the end for Daylia and Undertaker, but for now, I shall close this chapter here. :) Again, like a broken record, but needs to be repeated often, thanks to all of you who have read, reviewed, followed, favored... whatever - this story as well as any others you have also enjoyed. A humble thanks.