Hey everyone!

How's everyone doing? So, I'm sorry I didn't get this out to you last night like I wanted. Here's the story. I was re-dying the underneath of my hair (it's bright ass red) and just as I finished, the power went off…for a good bit. By the time it came back on, it was too late for my wife to review and so here it sits. But hopefully it'll make up for it.

Okay, so… I just got a SURGE of new followers and favorites - THANK YOU GUYS! I'd love to hear from you!

Also, thank you all for the encouraging words about the vividness issue. Where I'm coming from, I could write a little less X-rated if thats what the majority preferred, but apparently, the majority does NOT prefer that. SO I will continue writing how I always do.

As always, I'll try to answer some questions/comment on a few reviews. If you want answers - ALWAYS READ THE SHOUTOUTS! lol

Here we go!

Rightersblock - I'm sure everyone else in the room will just tell you to keep reading and wait. I'd love for you to continue to comment as you go along. We haven't had much of a backstory on Lauren's parents yet, but we will. It's coming. BTW - do not read ANYTHING below this. #spoilers

GUESTS

Trick could have possibly helped her in the past. Not a yes, not a no…just a "let me ask Bo and see what she wants to discover. The scene with Lauren straddling bo taking out her bobby pins - yea my wife and I were sitting at Texas Roadhouse and she was like "you know what would be cute…" and then told me that scene. She was thinking to start it off that way, but i had already started writing. However, I think I was able to incorporate it well. So thank HER for that little bit.

Kt - OMG! do NOT be late for a meeting, love! it's not GOING anywhere lol. I hope no one was pissed!

A fan - your reviews always make me laugh! and there's been a couple rough scenes in this fic so far… well, rough"er" scenes. No… one is getting worked on though… planned in my mind and I expect it to be 6k words alone. I know exactly where its fitting in too, just gotta get there. That one will be very fun for me to write. will take a couple days though lol

SapphicSuvivor - Thanks, love! It makes me smile that I'm your fav story ever! 3

Mammon - I see it in my head… like i'm watching it play out on a screen. I just TRY to describe what I'm seeing. I really hope i do it justice, though.

Joannrbb - Trick is most definitely on their side. We're going to dive into whats going on with trick eventually. He's a very hurt man. confused, hurt, torn… much like Bo is. And we're going to find that he's not as weak as everyone thinks he is…not really.

FrenChi - Hey! So I try to make every chapter more than 3,000 words. I like to be between 3500 and 4000 honestly. But the problem is, if I write longer chapter, i will post left often. Am still a grad student LOL But I agree with you -and it's what Bo said herself…that even when they are rough and dominating and someone is tied up …it's still LOVE.

Xanderelle - I prefer the fast and rough too - it's easier to write, honestly. I just find it flows better. HOWEVER, as I was writing chapter 35, Lauren refused to go any faster. so bo was like "okay…here we be…" so here we be…lol

Alienor26 - read and reread, huh? That makes me feel special =)

Hey Dragonfly00! exactly -Bo leads the way, right? she puts the words on the paper, I just try and edit them to make them make sense lol

Mecca - I don't think Trick is helping granny…not this time.

To everyone ELSE who commented - I LOVE YOU ALL.

Remember - you are ALL BEAUTIFUL and INCREDIBLE!

"What time is your interview?" I tried to sign, breathing heavily, as Lauren's panting body slumped atop me.

"Not till noon…" she spoke. I was actually surprised she caught any signs my fumbling fingers made. However, it was definitely possible that she had been thinking the exact same thing.

I strained my neck to look at the clock. 5:23 am.

"We have so much time," she growled, her lips crashing into mine heatedly.

I grabbed her ass and rolled us over quickly, pressing my body into hers as her back hit the mattress. The poor sheets – that's all I could say. My beautiful, soft, comfortable sheets were completely soaked in sweat and cum and were no longer stretched over any corners. We had definitely done a number on the mattress.

I explored her mouth with my tongue – tasting her and soaking her in, her legs locking around my waist as I ground myself into her. The heat of her center and the sensation of her wetness coating my mound ignited me once again. I could never get enough of the beautiful blonde woman panting beneath me.

We had slept for a little bit – but then at some point, I had woken up to Lauren's tongue lapping greedily at my center… and we just hadn't gone back to sleep. I wasn't complaining, I needed this. I think more so, we needed this. Last night had been loving and full of passion and mostly slow and tender, but after we woke up, the intensity had increased, each of us bringing our A game.

I dipped my head down and took a raw, painful nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly at the sensation of my tongue wrapping around the straining bud. Her breath caught in her throat, her hands roughly tangling in my hair– securing me to her as she bucked up against me, trying to create some friction, but she was granted with none. My scalp tingled from the force of which she gripped my hair. I grabbed her hands and untangled them from my locks – forcibly anchoring them above her head as I released her nipple and hovered over her.

"You are beautiful," I signed quickly – moving my hand down and entering her urgently with two and then three fingers.

Her walls quickly tightened around me – gripping me…holding on for dear life. The rhythmic spasming of her core served only to draw me in deeper and deeper with every thrust as I used the power behind my hips to slam into her. The blonde cried out – the sound of her voice filling the room was like music to my succubus ears. I grinned down at her – her eyes were clouded and even though they were barely open, I could vividly make out the specks of bright blue infused into the dark, molten, aroused pupils.

Sweat coated our bodies as I moved steadily against her – my fingers plunging deep into her core with every downward thrust of my hips. She strained her neck – her head tilting backwards as she gripped the edge of the mattress behind her – her knuckles white and clammy. I descended my lips onto her pulse point, forcing myself to restrain from biting down – she did not need to go into the interview with my mark on her elegant neck, but it was so tempting. That was probably the one thing I disliked – Lauren could mark me all she wanted in the act, but the moment I fed, I was completely healed. However, if I marked her and left a bruise, there was never a guarantee that I could heal her by pushing chi into her. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't – and when it didn't, Lauren was left with some pretty gnarly looking bites and bruises. I called them 'battle wounds'; she called them 'not appropriate on school days'.

Lauren was straining against me as I used my position to pulse her directly in her core. A flood of her wetness coated my fingers as she screamed out, but her body still moved shamelessly against me – going faster…harder… riding my fingers without any abandon as her back arched up off the bed and strangled breath caught in her throat. She was covered in sweat, her body just not giving her the release she so badly craved. The blonde was a trembling mess – fighting to reach the climax she so desperately needed, but absolutely unable to reach it.

I had realized this was an issue earlier – her body just needed more…and I had an idea.

I stilled my movements and extracted my digits from her core. Lauren's eyes flew open - her words begging me not to stop… she was almost crying.

"Shhh," I soothed, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Bo…please…god… I need…"

"I know, baby," I signed. "I know."

I moved off of her quickly, opening the drawer of the nightstand and quickly slipping into the strips of leather before fastening the dildo to the harness and then climbing back onto the bed and hovering over her. She moaned loudly as I laid on top of her – her hips grindings against the bulge between my legs.

"Bo… that's really…uh… big…" her words came in between gasps as I moved my hips against her… the dildo pressing against her aching sex.

"You'll be okay," I signed. "I promise. Let me take care of you?" it was a question because I had an idea. We hadn't previously discussed if she would want me to use the toy on her - and I didn't want to assume. If she didn't want it, I wouldn't have continued – I would have worked and worked and worked until I could force her over the edge and into her orgasm, but her body was telling me she needed something different – that she needed to be so lost in every sensation…that every part of her needed to be filled and touched and loved… she needed it rough and hard enough to make her forget everything.

Lauren nodded her head, her face still pained as she moved herself against the hardness pressed against her.

I wanted nothing more than to take care of her – in the same way she took care of me. I knew that the toy was large – and more so I knew how tight she was… I mean her walls clenched against just two fingers so tightly that I thought my fingers would break. This was going to take some time and patience, but oh, it would be so worth it.

I kissed her hard – my tongue gliding into her mouth easily as I tasted every inch of her hot, wet cave. She moaned, my mouth absorbing the sound, as my hands found her breasts, kneading them steadily – the tips of my fingers searching out for her painfully erect nipples. I rolled the peaks between my fingers in time… my hips moving against her…working her up.

She broke the kiss as she gasped for air, a groan emanating from deep within her gut… I dragging my nails down her sides – leaving hot red trails in their wake as I dipped my head and caught a reddened nipple in my mouth. As I ran my tongue over the warm bud, I grabbed under Lauren's thighs, pressing my nails into the sensitive skin, and lifted her up slightly, pulling her towards me. I let go of her nipple and sat back on my knees – so her ass was resting against the front of my thighs and I had an unobstructed view of her delectable center. I ran my thumb up her slit, parting her sticky, wet lips. I teased her clit with light but steady pressure – watching her squirm beneath my touch. When I parted her lips and slid a single finger into her, Lauren screamed out loudly, shoving her fist in her mouth and

biting down. On re-entrance, I slid a second finger into her, pushing against her walls – stretching her out further, making sure her tight core could accommodate such a large toy.

"God Bo…Please…. Please…" she cried.

Her face was full of pain and exhaustion and want. She needed me. I moved my knees out from under her ass and set her back down on the bed before settling my hips in-between her thighs. I grabbed the shaft with one hand and guided it to her entrance, then pushing the bulbous head inside of her slowly – using my thumb to help spread her lips to accommodate the large intrusion. Lauren bore down – her face stiff and labored…

I leaned down – my upper body hovering over hers and I kissed her lovingly, my tongue passing through her (now) chapped lips and languidly tasting her as I continued to push my hips forward slightly, easing the toy inside of her extremely tight core. Lauren's nails ripped the skin of my back, the searing pain causing me to hiss into the kiss, yet the burn quickly became forgotten by the cries spilling out of Lauren's mouth. I stopped momentarily when I was most of the way in – I could feel how tight Lauren was clamping down around the shaft and I really didn't want to hurt her… I promised to take care of her and I meant that in more than one way.

I broke the kiss and opened my eyes as I brought one hand up to stroke her cheek. Her eyes fluttered opened, they were almost completely bright blue and mine automatically flashed cobalt in response.

"Look at me…" I spoke, loudly and clearly – hoping she understood. I quickly kissed her lips before once again locking my eyes on hers as I slowly started to move my hips, pulling the shaft almost completely out of her and then easing it back in, creating a slow yet steady rhythm, working towards getting her core accustomed to the unusually large intrusion.

"You okay?" I asked, our faces close – very thankful that she could read lips. I did not want to take my hands off of her body as I moved inside of her.

She nodded, her eyes still on mine – her hands wrapped around my back, gripping at my shoulder blades and the muscles around my spine, pulling me closer to her, melding our bodies together as she began to rock her hips along my gentle rhythm.

I could tell the moment her body loosened – the shaft entered her fully and Lauren cried as the base pressed flush against her body. I gave her another quick kiss before pulling away and moving my hips a bit faster – matching the pace of her upward thrusts. I cupped her breast – rolling the nipple between my fingers as Lauren continued crying out each time I forcefully entered her.

Lifting my upper body, I sat back on my knees and once again grabbed her ass and pulled her closer into me – so I could get deeper. She rode me hard, her skin shimmering with sweat as I hammered into her, the silicone toy disappearing into her trembling core with each violent thrust.

I wanted her to take me deeper. And with that though, I slid my hands under her ass and carefully, but quickly maneuvered us so that I was laying on my back and she was straddling my hips – her upper body hovering over me, her hips still moving against the shaft now buried deep inside of her. Gravity really was our friend in this situation. I grabbed her hands and pushed her up – so she was completely vertical. Once she steadied herself, I held onto the sides of her hips, guiding her how to move as I thrusted myself upwards, the shaft pushing even deeper inside of her – if that was even possible. Oxygen almost eluded the blonde as she took me as deep as she as she could – riding me initially and then using her strong thigh muscles to bounce up and down.

I laid back, my hands roaming her body- roughly caressing her skin – gripping her thighs, her bouncing breasts, and her hips… Her breasts followed her movement, but I cupped them and held onto them, relishing in the feeling of her diamond hard nipples pressing against the palm of my hand. I tucked in both of my thumbs, so I could reach her skin and began circling each of her nubs – earning myself a loud cry. I continued to play with her nipples until I let one go, my hand traveling down her body until my fingers came into contact with a different nub – a pulsing, throbbing, aching nub. I began ghosting my fingers over her clit as I watched her expression and gauged her aura. She wasn't going to last much longer. I pressed against her clit roughly, my fingers rapidly rubbing against her in unpredictable patterns. Lauren nearly fell on top of me, but I held out my palm against her chest – forcing her to stay upright, sending strong pulses through her.

"Bo…I'm so close…" she cried.

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down towards me before loudly voicing into her hearing aid, "Let go…"

Two more hard upward thrusts and one more pulse… that's all it took for Lauren's body to shake uncontrollable from the violent orgasm that blasted her as a surge of her cum ran out of her, over the base of the toy and onto my mound and thighs. I guided her off of me once the thrashing subsided into mild tremors. After removing the toy, slowly, I craned my neck to look at the clock…7:34 am. I shifted my body and set an alarm for 90 minutes and then took the still-trembling blonde into my arms, holding her as tightly as I could, while I kissed her hair and she fell asleep.

"Are you sure this looks okay?" Lauren questioned coming out of the bathroom and into the bedroom in her powersuit.

"Wow…" I mouthed.

Lauren apparently wasn't satisfied with my response – she still stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, looking directly at me. "I'm serious, Bo…"

A gave her a soft smile before getting off the bed and walking toward her. "You are beautiful," I signed. "You are smart." I punctuated with a kiss to her cheek. "You are incredible." I kissed her other cheek. "And most importantly, you were meant for this," I emphasized before moving my hands to her hips and kissing her lightly on the lips.

After several pep talks, I finally got her out of the door and into her CR-V. I didn't think the Camaro was the best choice - her CR-V was much cleaner and it would keep the creases in her dress pants. I parked her SUV and walked her towards the building.

"I will be right across the pathway when you are finished. I have some business I need to take care of on campus - I need to talk to my advisor about something. But when I am finished, I will be sitting right there, cuddled up in one of the large chairs waiting patiently. Take your time. I'm not in any rush. If you need me beforehand and I'm not there, text me. I will keep my cell on me at all times, okay?"

Lauren nodded. "I feel sick."

"Hey... It's going to be perfect," I soothed, bringing her into a warm hug after I finished signing.

I held her tightly for a brief moment, letting her go with a kiss to her cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Bo. Wish me luck."

"You don't need luck, Lauren. You got this," I encouraged with a smile.

I watched as the blonde walked down the long hallway then proceeded to get on an elevator. I knew I had at least a couple of hours, if not longer before Lauren's interview would be over. I flipped the hood of my jacket over my head and made my way out into the chilly January air.

Sitting down with my advisor was not something I was really looking forward to. I knew I needed to change my major pathway, but I also knew she was going to ask me a series of questions that I just didn't have the answers to. When I was finally called back, I sat in the small yet cozy office and began fumbling with my fingers – a bad habit that I thought I had broken a long time ago, but I guess with the stress of everything that had happened recently, it had resumed.

"In your request for an appointment, it said you wanted to talk about a shift in majors, is that correct?" the older redhead confirmed, looking directly at her computer.

"Yes. That's correct."

"So, Ysabeau..."

"Bo..."

"Okay… Bo… you're halfway through your junior year. You've done all of the prerequisite requirements for your upper division classes… what can we do to help you?"

"I loved criminal justice – and a part of me still does. But I went through something pretty traumatic recently and I… I just can't relive it. I need to find something different."

"Have you thought about what major you want to enter? Most of your prerequisite classes would transfer to a number of other tracts."

"That's just it… I can't think of anything I really want to do."

"Have you signed up for courses this Spring yet?"

I nodded.

"Oh, yes, here…" she said pointing to her computer screen. "I see you have enrolled into abnormal psychology, biology 2, influential women in history, and advanced weapons and training. That's quite diverse."

"I don't know what I want to do, I guess. So I am trying a bit of everything. If I have to take a 5th year, so be it."

"Okay, Bo. Well I am also going to suggest that you take College Success 101. This course meets once a week, but has additional components that may help you narrow down your prospects of a degree sooner than later. In the meantime, I will place you in a special one-time hold, so you don't miss milestones and forfeit any aid or scholarships. However, by the beginning of next fall, it is prudent that you begin following a decided degree-seeking path."

"Thank you. I appreciate everything."

"Not a problem. Believe it or not, you're not the first junior to come knocking at my door deciding that their first or second major choice wasn't for them. Make an appointment with me if you need any additional help, okay?"

"Absolutely. Thank you so much!"

I made it outside – finally. It hadn't been that bad. Actually, everything went over relatively smoothly, though I now had to take an additional one credit course that was going to be composed almost entirely of freshman and that sorta sucked. But, on the upside, I had time to figure everything out. Maybe it would be a good thing.

I started walking towards the building where I told Lauren I would wait for her – now that I had finished my business. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought, though I wasn't about to complain! The wind was cold and all I could think of was walking inside the warm building, sitting in one of the overstuffed lounge chairs by the fake fireplace and reading some good ole' Waverly and Nicole. I had only seen one episode of Wynonna Earp – somewhere in the middle I assume, but the redhead cop was hot as hell. TV never showed anything so I always satisfied my cravings by reading the dirty minds of authors. Being a succubus, I was actually quite surprised when I felt myself blush at some of the details they included. I guess it was one thing to do it and another thing to be reading it on a tablet where the entire world could look over your shoulder and see what you were reading.

"Ysabeau…"

The voice behind me forced me to freeze. That was one voice I would never get out of my head – no matter how much time would pass between us.

I turned around to see the older woman, her natural brilliant blue eyes looking at me.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I told you, my love. Nothing gets past me."

"Where's Lauren?"

"Oh, don't worry so much Ysabeau. She's in her interview. I can't interfere in her life anymore, remember? And even if I didn't have the exsilium over my head, I wouldn't. Not again."

"Why don't I believe that?" I asked, my arms crossing over my chest.

"Bo, we need to talk."

"No…we don't."

"Give me two minutes– that's it. Two minutes to tell you something important and then you can find me if you want to follow up."

"Why should I give you anything?" I yelled at her.

"Because I have answers and you have questions."

"What questions, grandmother?"

"You want to know why Lauren gets stronger when she feeds from you, yes? Why she gets a renewed strength even though the concept goes against her entire nature."

I just looked at her – glaring into her eyes. She wasn't wrong. And had the situation been different, yes, Isabeau would have been the first person I went to for help with this. But…that was just it…she betrayed me so how could I trust anything she had to say.

"I have your answer. If you want to know, come find me. No trap. No games. I told you when a succubus falls in love, it 'sticks', but oh there is so much more to it than that, my love. And I want you to be prepared and to discuss it. I do not expect forgiveness…"

"Good, because you will not get it!"

The old woman looked annoyed as I interrupted her. "But, this is information not widely known. You will not find it in some book. Think about it. Find me if you wish."

And with that, the older woman turned on her heels and walked across the green lawn.

"Fuck…" I mumbled under my breath, making my way back towards the building. This was not going to go over well.

Hey my lovelies - another thing... i HATE ending it here. well, not ending ending ... I told you - i keep writing. But what i mean is I have an immunology exam on Tuesday and two huge papers to read by friday. So I may or may not have a post up soon. I'm going to do my BEST to get something posted at least over the weekend. SO if you have QUESTIONS or want to hash something out - PM me! I always welcome PM's. we can talk and chat. If not, leave a review and I'll comment on it next post!

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