Intense Fears and Feelings
P.O.V Nicole Haught
Resting above the soft comfort of her bed, she buried her face in the black pillow. She heard Janey meowling outside of her door. Her puffy friend scratched slightly against the wooden door before leaving. The succubus opening her eyes wetted her lips and stared directly at her window. The sun was lifting gradually. The weak brightness was steadily moving over Purgatory. The officer grunt and closed her eyes.
Her mind wandered to her last conversation with Waverly outside Pussy Willows. They had said goodbye with a hug. The redhead purred at the memory. Her succubus agitated, and she buried her face in the pillow one more time. Her body felt hot. Her inner self was feeling frustrated. It desires the brunette.
Nicole has it under control.
She skimmed her hand between the mattress and her body.
At least, outside the walls of her room.
Her warm hand reached her purple panties. She moaned while hiding her face against the pillow. Her breathing became heavy, and she rubbed her clitoris. Her hand moved swiftly over the sensitive bud. Nicole groaned after clenching her eyes close. Images of Waverly rushed through her mind. Her succubus purred, and the sound escaped her lips while she rubs her clitoris faster.
She tried to find her orgasm while pushing the images away. She didn't want to picture herself doing anything too uncivil to her sweat Waverly. She knows the brunette likes her tender and kind side. Waverly likes to talk to the compassionate officer. Nicole didn't want to scare her. She knows she will terrify Waverly if she shows her other side. That inner and dark part of her that is neither soft neither kind. That possessive and dark side she wishes to shed off.
The redhead rubbed harder, moaning at the surge of pleasure that rushes through her body. Once again, her succubus pictured Waverly lying over a queen-size bed. Surrounded by dark sheets. Naked as the day she had born. Leather cuffs restraining Waverly's wrists and ankles. Her inner creature salivated, and she grunted. Her hips bucked forward.
She stretched her arm. Her fingertips skimmed over the tan skin of the brunette's abs. Waverly moved her face, eyes covered by a red blindfold made of silk. The barmaid's stomach muscles tensed, and Nicole slid her hand higher. She passed between the valley of her breast while straddling her lower belly.
"Nic…" whispered the brunette.
"Nic…how lovely and sweet…" mumbled the succubus. Her voice was husky as she bends forward. Her own sex rubbed against the firm abs of the petite woman. She harshly sucked Waverly's pulse. The brunette gasped and tugged against her restraints.
Nicole groaned lower. Her noisy respiration filled the silence of the morning. She rubbed faster and faster while her own hips bucked against her hand. At least in her imagination, she savors having the tender brunette under her body: helpless. She would kill her creature before damaging Waverly's pureness. She will never reveal this part to the beautiful Earp. Nicole had lost enough because of her succubus. People never stay after witnessing her succubus.
People never stay.
The redhead moaned, and her hips rolled following the rhythm of her hand. She lowered her fingers to her entrance, teasingly touching her wetness. Roughly she slid two fingers in and curved them. She was so close to coming. Nicole felt her horns craving to appear, and she cried at the sensation before moaning as her fingers move in and out. Slow and deep. She loves it that way. Loves the teasing and the anticipation. The succubus loves feeling her body at the edge of the precipice. Ready to jump. To unwind.
A low grunt escaped her lips, and she came.
Opening her eyes, she seated in the middle of the bed and stared at the circular mirror in front of her. The reflection of her black eyes stared back at her. She examined her own dark horns, lifting a hand to caress them and purring at the sensation.
Succubi weren't made for love.
Just for pleasure.
People love the pleasure, but fear staring deep into the eyes of the beast.
Curling her own hands around her legs, the officer dragged her knees closer to her chest. A tear moved down her right cheek. She perceived her fears deep inside her heart. Nicole Haught was so scared of letting anyone saw her. The last time her creature came out, she had committed the aberrant act of taking another's life. It doesn't matter if she regretted it. It doesn't matter if everyone told her it wasn't her fault because it was. It was her damn fault.
She was this. She wasn't just the kind, brave, and loyal officer that smile at citizens while tilting her hat in greetings; although she wishes she was just that. The memories traveled through her mind. All the letdowns, all the voices, all her doubts.
Can Waverly Earp love all of her? The brunette likes Nicole Rayleigh Haught. Her strong emotions were writing on her face. But she doesn't know all the parts and shades of the officer. Nicole shook her head. Waverly didn't need to know this other side. They can have a relationship without involving her succubus in it.
As her horns begging to disappeared, she stretched. Lying on her back, the succubus stared at the ceiling. Masturbating before going to the station was becoming a hobby. It helps her. Ultimately, her inner creature was always horny. Nicole knows it's because she hadn't had intercourse in more than four months. As a succubus, sex was an essential part of her life; and not tender sex, although that's the only sex she was planning on experiencing with Waverly, but raw, almost animalistic, sex.
She may need to increase the dose of her medications.
The day was bright and bustling with life. Nicole walked toward Shortys' door with a smile curving her lips. Like every Wednesday, the redhead stopped in front of the entrance. She adjusted her black button-up shirt, showing enough of her clavicles to tease Waverly, and accommodated a lock of her hair. Breathing deeply, she pulled the door open and moved inside the bar. The swinging of her hips halted when she noticed the brunette's absence. Frowning, she looked around. The bar was completely deserted.
"Sorry officer! We're close!" announced a jovial voice. Nicole's eyes wandered to the stairs. There she encountered a woman she had face a few times in the past.
"Rosita, I thought Waverly would be here. She always prepares me a coffee to go." the redhead explained while feeling a blush make its way to her cheeks.
"Oh, I didn't know we have special clients." joked the Latina with a wink. The officer diverted her gaze before sliding a hand down her hair.
"Is…I should go…" mumbled the redhead moving a step back.
"Wait, officer, I can make your coffee. I don't want to be on the bad side of the law." teased the barmaid while launching a cloth over her shoulder and smiling.
"You're sure? I don't want to cause you any trouble." replied Nicole moving a little deeper inside the bar.
"I'll be opening in 15 minutes, anyway" stated the barmaid. Haught grinned moving closer. She took a seat in front of the woman.
Rosita kept staring at her for some seconds.
"So…your order is?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, is…"
"Let me guess, Waverly knows your order from memory." teased the woman lifting an eyebrow. The officer noticed her cheeks burning red.
"Yeah. I want a Caffe Mocha with extra caramel and whip cream." ordered Nicole drumming her fingers over the varnished wood. A knowing smirk formed on Rosita's face. The redhead wasn't sure if there was something wrong with her order.
"So…that coffee was for you…" mumbled the barmaid while walking to the coffee maker.
"What?" queried the officer.
"Nothing. What was your name, again?" questioned Rosita.
"Haught. Officer Haught."
"Mmmm…I'll remember it…" whispered the barmaid before focusing on the order.
"Is Waverly okay? She is usually here on Wednesday." questioned Nicole and the barmaid glanced at her from over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I think she has some chores to complete today. She called me yesterday asking to cover her shift." explained Rosita before focusing on the hot beverage.
Extracting her phone from her pocket, the redhead wandered through her WhatsApp's messages. She opened the brunette's chat. Waverly had been sending her photos sporadically. Usually, the photos were of her with Wynonna or Jeremy in the BBD office or her home. She also had sent a lot of memes. Writing a quick message, the officer tapped the send button as a cup was placed in front of her.
"It's a gift; from the bar." announced Rosita, an amicable smile lifting the right corner of her mouth.
Nicole was walking toward her desk while staring at her phone. The text she had sent to Waverly almost 20 minutes ago had been read but not answered. She wondered why the petite woman hadn't replied. Chewing her lower lip, the redhead shoved her phone in her pocket and raised her eyes.
And there she was.
Sitting in Nicole's seat at the officer's desk, Waverly was fiddling a pencil between her fingers. The redhead cleared her throat, and the brunette looked toward her. When their gazes met, the succubus let out a heavy exhalation. The younger Earp smiled and stood up after letting the pencil sloppily land over the desk.
"Hey. What are you doing here? I passed by Shorty." commented the officer making her way to the shorter woman.
She had just stepped in front of the brunette when Earp grabbed her hand.
"Come." ordered Waverly; and dragged her toward Nedley's office.
Surprise, the redhead released her coffee and purse over the desk and followed the brunette's guidance. Waverly says nothing. She gripped her arm until they reach the office. Then, she released her arm and moved to close the window's blinds. The officer opened her mouth to ask if she was okay, but the brunette pushed her out of the way to reach the door.
"Waverly you're scaring me." whispered the redhead waiting for the worst as the door was closed.
The brunette turned around. Nicole opened her mouth to talk, but soft lips stopped her words. Waverly's body collided against hers, firmly forcing her backward. The redhead gasped against Waverly's mouth, and her body crumpled helplessly over the couch.
Groaning against her mouth, the redhead moved a hand to the brunette's neck. The kiss was messy but surprisingly perfect. Nicole's breathing became laborious, and Waverly nibbled her lower lip. The succubus purred, her free hand moving down to the ass of the hazel-eyed.
"Wait, wait…shouldn't we talk?" queried the officer pushing the brunette backward. Her succubus shriek inside her. Nicole desired to punch herself. She should be swelling those lips with kisses, not making the petite woman explain anything.
"Okay, talk. I…I…fuck it…" whispered the brunette before closing the distance. Nicole received the kiss willingly.
Fuck it…
She pushed the woman backward, towering over her body. Their chests rubbed. The brunette's hand lifted to her nape trying to bring Nicole closer. Lowering a hand, she caressed the length of Waverly's leg. Once again, their lips met messily. The succubus growled, delighted by having the brunette under her body. Waverly moaned, and her tongue touched Nicole's.
So soft and delicate.
"Nicole…I like you…" mumbled the brunette between heavy inhalations.
"I noticed." whispered the succubus.
The brunette's eyes deepen. The sight of Waverly's swell, wet and shiny lips was too much. It was hard to stare away from her mouth, but somehow Nicole lifted her gaze to her eyes. Her hazel eyes were focused on the officer's mouth. The succubus stopped the brunette before the shorter can assault her lips. Waverly halted her movements and stared at her with broad eyes. Nicole met her eyes, feeling lost in the beautifulness and sincerity of those extraordinary hazel lakes.
"Let me. Let me savor it…" whispered the officer while sliding a hand up to cup the brunette's jaw.
The brunette was breathing heavily. The up and down of her chest charmed Nicole. Moving down, she grazed her lips over Waverly's. Her respiration became more hurried. The redhead felt Waverly's fingers digging in her nape. She moved the barmaid's leg higher against her side. Then, slowly, she opened her mouth to let her tongue taunt the brunette's upper lip.
Spontaneously, Waverly's tongue waved out. Nicole caught the member and sucked it. Letting go of it, she noticed the playful sparkle in the brunette's eyes. That was new. And the redhead loves it. Obviously, her companion loves it too because she does it again. The officer sucked Waverly's tongue until the smile on her face prevents the action.
Naughty mumbled her succubus, but she ignored it.
Once again, their mouths encountered briefly, before the officer's mouth lowered to the brunette's neck. She noticed Waverly's hip-thrusting upward and smiled. The brunette does it again as the redhead's lips skimmed down. Deftly, the succubus sucked on her neck. She was grinning against the delicious tan skin when she felt hands dragging her upward. Her mouths met, and Waverly took total control.
She loves that too.
To give herself to the brunette.
She smelled her excitation and perceived the intensity of her mysterious aura.
She loves it.
"Fudge…Nicole. Have I told you my feelings for you scare me?" the brunette queried against her mouth.
You should be scare
Waverly was rambling about the stuff that panicked her. Nicole tried to listen to the brunette and ignore her succubus.
"…the thing I want to do most is you…" that's all she heard.
She wants Waverly to do her.
Nicole wants to do a lot of things to Waverly Earp
"I should stop talking."
"I made you." she interrupted before kissing her.
Her hand wandered through her petite frame, digging in the outside of her thigh. Waverly pressed her sex against her lower belly. Nicole's hand grabbed her thigh harder. The redhead wants to do a lot of things at that precise moment. Waverly's soft lips were paradise. She was developing an addition to her quickly. The sound of the door made them jump apart. Someone was trying to access the office.
"Fuck, that's Nedley…" mumbled Nicole jumping out of the brunette.
She hastened toward the door. Waverly followed her while adjusting her own hair. When she pulled the door open, the Sheriff was withdrawing his gun. When their eyes met, the man stopped. The young officer implored to unknown gods that the sheriff does not notice the state of her hair or the poor control she had over her breathing.
"Why are you both at my office?" questioned the man frowning.
"Taking breakfast."
"Research?"
They had spoken at the same time. Nicole immediately realized that 'research' was a greater excuse. Why did she say taking breakfast? The sheriff looked at them confuse before making his way inside the office.
"Get out of here. And don't be roaming in my office." ordered the man.
They stepped out while smiling at the other.
"To be continued, cutie." whispered Nicole.
Waverly smile stretched. The redhead lifted one of her foot to move toward her desk, but the brunette stopped her. The shorter was nibbling her lower lip; the succubus felt tempted by such a simple action. She wants to be the one caressing that mouth.
"I…do you want to try this?" questioned the younger swinging a finger between them.
"You mean…a relationship?" clarified the succubus stepping closer.
"We don't have to name it if you don't want to." quickly stated the brunette.
"I would love to be your girlfriend." announced the redhead before lifting the barmaid's chin and letting a sweet and soft kiss in her mouth.
Waverly smiled while staring at her walk toward her desk.
Nicole had been wandering on the internet for more than an hour. She was convinced she had seen the man's tattoo somewhere. She has dim flashbacks of it. An old image in some ancient book. She nibbled her lip and clicked between pages. In her mind, she knows it is related to the hunters. She can almost touch the answer. Is there; she just needs to reveal it.
There it is.
The faceless succubus
It was a symbol used by the participants of The Great Hunt. She clicked over the image, making the picture bigger. It was the same design. A naked succubus, a face without features covered by a red X. She knows one or two things about that hunt. Her grandma was one of the succubi hunted. Somehow, she survived. They had never talked about it while her grandmother was alive. Quickly, she made a copy of the website. With the document between her hands, she sped toward the BBD's office. She knocked three times and heard movements inside. The door opened, and immediately, she looked up. She met Waverly's eyes and saw Wynonna fighting with Dolls behind them.
"I think I figure out what the tattoo is." announced the redhead
"Confidential, Haught! We don't speak with open doors!" screamed Xavier. The leader was gripping Wynonna by her neck from behind. The chestnut woman pushed him off, and a cocky smirk lifted his mouth.
"Come in." mumbled Waverly smiling at her. Her hazel eyes were like two twinklers shinning exclusively for the succubus.
"Talk." said Xavier as she moves closer to the pair. The younger Earp closely reflected her steps.
"Here, it is called the faceless succubus. Hunters tattooed the symbol in their upper arms during The Great Hunt years ago. I don't know much about the hunt, but these new hunters may be using the design as their symbol now. Maybe they want to recreate the first hunt." stated the officer setting the paper over a table. Xavier grabbed it. He caressed his chin while staring at the image.
"Do more research, Waves." he said passing the paper to the brunette.
"On my way." proclaimed Waverly grabbing it.
"And…good job, officer Haught." praised the leader.
Nicole smiled tilting her head before walking toward the door. Midway, she glanced at Waverly. The brunette was sitting in front of a bunch of documents when their eyes met. Nicole's grin stretched. Waverly's eyes sparkled, and a smirk lifted the edges of her lips.
"Hey! Zero 'eye fucking' in my presence!" screamed Wynonna breaking the enchantment.
"Wynonna!" scolded Waverly blushing.
"What? She knows you tell me everything. I am policing you, Haught!" threaten the older Earp.
Nicole's grin expanded. Waverly told her sister about them, and Wynonna approved it. Even if she was faking a grumpy attitude, she approves it.
"Whatever you say, Nonna." declared the succubus before stepping out of the office.