Yay! Finally get to their first time. About time, right? It's kinda funny that the half-incubus is the most hesitant to have sex, but it's not like he doesn't have reasons.
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I was pleased that, sometime in the night, Pritkin had come up with a test to see how compatible our energies were. I was a little bit worried that he hadn't gotten enough sleep, but he just said he'd nap later if he needed to. Which immediately gave me the desire to curl up with him, feel his warmth surround me, maybe get an affectionate kiss on my neck before he pulled me in close and we fell asleep. And if we could establish that it was safe to feed on me, it would be safe to do that. Every night for the rest of our lives.
"Okay, I need you to touch this crystal for ten seconds," Pritkin said. We were at the table, and he demonstrated by touching the crystal in front of him for that amount of time. There was some light that flowed between his skin and the rock, just a flicker.
So I did as I was told, feeling a slight drain as I watched the flicker under my hand. "Now what?"
"Pick up mine," he said. "These are meant to be for storage of magical energy for mages. But since you don't want your enemies getting their hands on your power, they will only go back where they came from, to who they belong to."
That was pretty simple and clever. I picked his up and a wave of power and pleasure went through me, warm and familiar while electrifying and strange, all at the same time. I gasped as my body began to absorb it, and the jolt of energy was better than caffeine or any drug. It was fulfilling, it was just what I didn't know I needed-
"Cassie? You took the energy in; are you okay?" Pritkin sounded concerned. And his pupils grew wider when I looked over at him. I realized I probably looked like I'd had sex, because, while not as blatant as an orgasm, this was something that was so good I already felt a little addicted.
"Why does this feel so incredible?" I asked breathlessly. "Is it because you're an incubus?"
"I'm not sure, mayb-" Pritkin cut off, then seemed to think. "You're a demigoddess."
Slowly, I was absorbing all his energy and coming down from my high. "Yeah, so?"
Shaking his head, he said, "We're perfect for each other. Do you remember when I said that the gods loved to feed on demons?"
It made sense. "I'm a demigoddess and you're a half-demon. You're extra satisfying." I groaned a little. "You're perfect."
Now Pritkin was eyeing my crystal, apprehensive. "Are you afraid of what I'll taste like?" I asked.
"I know what you taste like," he said. "I've fed on you more than once. Even if centuries passed and I couldn't remember your face, I have no idea why I didn't recognize your energy."
I remembered when I fed him last, and he said that no one gave him what I did. "Then why hesitate?"
"Because I'm afraid if I have a taste, I'll try to take more. From the source."
"Okay, what if I promise to punch you in the face if you come at me?" I said. And loved the laugh it got me.
"A generous offer," he said. Then he shook himself. "I can do this. I'm in control of myself."
When he picked up my crystal, he gasped, muscles drawing tight. I thought it was his attempts to keep control of himself, but when he planted both hands on the table with a loud thump and said, "Fuck!" I realized that he was cumming. His body was shaking, and his hips were moving slightly and, damn, he looked good. I loved to watch him succumb to pleasure.
"Wow, that went pretty well. Is my energy just going to give you an instant orgasm every time?" I wouldn't object to filling a few more of these up for him.
"It's because I'm starving," he said, body slowly calming. "At this point, any type of energy draw is orgasmic."
I stepped closer to him. "But this means you can take from the source anyway, right?"
That put tension back into him. "Maybe, but I still…" It was quite literally a Hell of a risk.
Stepping back, I said, "Then we'll wait. We won't do anything until you're ready."
"There's something slightly less risky I wanted to try. Maybe we should move to somewhere more comfortable?"
Even if I didn't know what he had planned, I was down. "Bed or couch? And if a bed, whose?"
"Maybe the couch would be best," he said, and pulled me over there. He sat down and gestured for me to join him, but when I sat next to him, he said, "Not quite," and pulled me to straddle his lap.
I loved the thrum of arousal between us. It wasn't the instant orgasm we'd been having, so I assumed the fact that we were making our own outlet negated the need for it. Those hands grabbed my ass, and I gasped, automatically sliding my arms around his neck. His hands encouraged me to move against him, my hips rolling slowly as I enjoyed the feel of him between my legs.
This could be bad, I knew that, but no part of me could try to stop. But when I saw his incubus eyes, a jolt went through me. Not because I was afraid, never; they were still beautiful. The reason it startled me was that the pupils kept shrinking before expanding again. It was like he was bouncing back and forth. I realized that he was attempting to do this without feeding. He wasn't losing control; he was taking it.
"Oh, fuck," I said, too hot and aroused to control myself at all. "This is…can we keep going?"
"As far as I can," he said, voice rough. His hands pressed me harder against him, and I cried out. The shorts I wore under my dresses were thin, and it meant the denim of his jeans was the most substantial layer between us. "I'm trying not to stop."
"Do whatever you have to," I said, increasing in speed. "But if this is to practice your control, I'm volunteering to help whenever you want."
A growl escaped him, and his mouth was on my neck, kissing and licking and nipping. I tilted my head to offer him more access. "You're the most dangerous person I've ever encountered.
I laughed a little until his hips met mine more firmly, hands squeezing my ass tight. "Oh!" I trembled against him, suddenly far too close. "I think I'm going to cum soon, so if we need to stop, we should do it now."
"Just a moment longer," he said. My ass was suddenly grasped by only one hand as he pulled me away from him. His other hand started rubbing me through my shorts, making me shake uncontrollably as I tried to hold back. "Go on." The encouragement was said so gently that it worked better than any command at instantly triggering my orgasm.
I cried out, pressing against the hand that was cupping me, still moving and sending fresh waves of bliss through me. With that continued stimulation, it took a minute for me to fully ride it out. When I finished, I was gasping like I couldn't breathe and shaking with aftershocks that were almost as good as the orgasm itself.
Then he set me on the couch, sitting at the opposite end and tearing at his jeans. "Watch," he said, and his eyes were human now. Two strokes on his dick as he met my eyes and he came, cursing as he spilled all over himself. We were getting good at this whole "orgasms from anything but sex" thing. And he'd found a way to let me touch him. To let him touch me.
I groaned as he calmed. "That was damn impressive for multiple reasons."
Pritkin looked very pleased with himself. "I can't believe I managed that."
We'd agreed that laying low for a few days while the vampires no doubt searched Vegas for us was a good idea. And I suddenly had some ideas about how I'd like to spend my time cooped up with him. But he was still nervous about actually feeding from me and getting sucked back to Hell. And what was I going to do if that happened?
"Tell me about the demon realms. How do they work, how are they laid out? Where is your father's court?"
He looked puzzled, but said, "Let me clean up before this conversation." When he'd changed into a different shirt, he joined me on the couch again. I didn't see the point of changing my clothes when I had plans to get them dirty again.
And he told me all about the demon realms, their layout, and how his father's court functioned. The revelation that he had been created to be a breeding stud was rather sickening. This was Pritkin; he didn't let anyone use him like that.
After a while, he asked, "Is this your way of reminding me of the risks of this?"
"No," I said. "You said that Artemis was good with making gates and portals; one reason she managed to seal the gods from creating new ones to our world. I'm betting I could do something, then, if I really needed to. And even if I can't, I'll find a door, because if you leave me, I am heading into Hell to drag your ass back with me."
I barely had time to see his eyes widen and his pupils eat up the green of his eyes before he was on me. I was on my back on the couch, his hand cradling my head and that energy thrumming between us reached a new level as he kissed me and fed.
The last time I'd felt this he'd been dying. This pull, this pleasure, this connection. And now that we'd developed our bond, it felt even better. Everything was deeper, closer. I couldn't imagine how he'd feel inside me, because this connection already felt more intimate than anything ever had.
And as he shuddered and groaned, clearly a starving man finally getting to eat, I thought of how his energy felt. It made me hungry. I pulled him down on me harder, fingers digging into the back of his neck as I slid my tongue into his mouth, no longer content to just let our lips linger as he fed. I wanted to devour him right back.
A sudden surge of that energy rushed into me, and I realized I was feeding on him, taking his power even as I gave my own. His eyes were wide with surprise, even as those black depths sparked with interest. But we had both run out of air, and we parted, panting like we'd been underwater.
"That was incredible," I said when I caught my breath.
Pritkin sat up and pulled me with him, that thrum between us simultaneously pleasant and so pervasive it almost became background noise. He pulled me to straddle his lap again, but he hugged me, holding me as close as he possibly could. "You are impossibly wonderful."
"And you're still here," I said, burying my face in his neck. I pressed a few kisses to his skin while I was there, and couldn't help but get a small lick, just a taste.
He held me tighter when I did that, and he got impossibly harder as he pressed against me. "It seems you are the only exception to my probation. My Mate, someone whose energy is so in tune with my own that it isn't really feeding."
"And apparently someone who can feed off of you too. What the hell was that?" I asked, pulling back to look at his eyes. They were still black, but, for once, he seemed at ease with his demonic nature. This was everything I wanted to make him feel. Pritkin didn't hate himself and what he was.
"The gods fed on demons. It would make sense that their offspring could do the same, especially with the O negative of the demon world. Incubi can take in and give any type of energy. All demons feed on some kind of energy, but, despite feeding on lust and passion, we are more versatile conduits than the rest."
That wasn't the first time Pritkin had referred to himself as one of the demons, I knew. I'd noticed he'd started including himself without realizing it, and, again, it was a sign of him accepting what he was. At the risk of ruining the mood, I said, "You realize that you keep using 'we' and 'us' when referring to demons, don't you?"
With the way his body stiffened, he hadn't. "No."
"It's not a bad thing," I said. "You're half-demon, Pritkin. I love you and I love that about you. I like that it seems to be something you're hating less about yourself."
He didn't speak, but closed his eyes. To my surprise, they were still black when he opened them. "You've had me rethinking what a monster is. How maybe I'm not one, despite what I am…what I've done. And…of all the more powerful types of demons…we're the least harmful to those we feed on."
I remembered that whatever kind of demon he initially thought I was fed on children, and I could see why he would hunt that kind of demon down. But he was right: the energy incubi took from humans was easy for them to survive as long as they weren't completely drained. Their bodies and spirits recovered pretty quickly. Again, I had spent too much time hanging out around Casanova's boys. Most of them were really nice guys, once they moved past their desire to eat you and you could have a conversation like two people. Randy was slowly winning Francoise over, and it was kind of cute.
"Aside from your father and Dracula's lover, I have yet to meet an incubus with sinister intentions. And even Chavez wasn't mean, he was just in love with an insane vampire and too selfish to give him up."
"Your empathy and acceptance will never cease to surprise me," he said, hands running up and down my back.
I grinned. "Give it a century, and we'll see." Because we had plenty of time to look forward to. We would win a war and protect our world and survive, because this was worth everything and we had to keep it.
That won me a smile before he pulled me toward him to feed again. And I was really enjoying having my ass grabbed to press me hard against him. The thrum came forward from the background, surging between us.
Pleasure from that pull of energy was suddenly changed as Pritkin fed me his own energy, with no need for me to ask or take. I whined against his mouth, because he tasted so good. My hips were rolling faster now, and I was getting closer.
The pull was back as a hand left my ass to slide between us, pulling up my dress so it could slide down my shorts and get to my clit. Just a few motions and I was cumming, practically screaming into his mouth as I remembered how much better it felt when he fed directly off of my orgasm. It stretched the pleasure into something that left my brain fried. When he stiffened beneath me seconds later, I knew I was swallowing a curse at the same time I was fed some of his energy.
When we parted, we were panting. "This is the best kind of give and take," I said as soon as the bliss wasn't fogging my brain.
He chuckled and just kissed me sweetly. Sighing, he said, "I've been wanting that. I mean, all of that, but I've been really frustrated that I couldn't kiss you properly."
As a contented silence fell around us, I thought of something else we both wanted. "So, I don't suppose you'll be sleeping in my room tonight?"
Another kiss, this one deeper. When we parted, he said, "It's a distinct probability. We've been waiting long enough, but a few more hours won't hurt."
"What makes you think I didn't intend to drag you in there right now and keep you busy there until it's time to sleep?" I asked, smirking.
A contented sigh. "It's been a long time since I've had a first time with someone, and you'll always be worth waiting for and doing things right."
"I love you," I said, because I didn't know what else to say to that.
"And I love you," he said, "forever."
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"You know," I said, "making love by candlelight is going to be standard for us."
That got me a smile as he finished removing his jeans. I was lying naked in my bed, just waiting for him. Once he'd started the fire in the fireplace, the whole Nest had gotten warm and cozy. Which meant that lying around naked was incredibly comfortable, and I wondered about maybe making a habit of it.
It was certainly enjoyable now, since his eyes had been devouring me since he walked in. Even now, they left scorch marks wherever they trailed along my skin. By the time he actually walked to the bed, I was impatient and pulled him down for a kiss.
Feeding him felt so incredibly good that it was no wonder I'd never heard of a starving incubus until I found out about his probation. I knew he didn't need direct mouth-to-mouth contact to feed, but I did. And I'd gotten the hang of it by now, letting my hunger reach in and draw out what I needed.
There was a slight hitch in his breathing when I started feeding on him, and he was suddenly above me, hands tracing down the trails his eyes had blazed moments before. The normal thrum of arousal between us was so pervasive that it once again receded to background noise. It was still there, but I didn't need anything actively telling me that this was right, that this was what things should be; it was just a fact of life.
We broke apart, breathing heavily, both shaking slightly. "I think we'll have to be careful with that," I said. "I'm going to lose it before I even get you inside me."
The chuckle that escaped him then was predatory, and his pupils were inhumanly large, although they hadn't swallowed up his irises yet. "What makes you think that isn't my plan? Don't you remember? I told you: I'll wring every last drop of pleasure from you that I can. The fact that I can now do so while actually making love to you is just more than I'd ever dared to even imagine."
"So you're finally over your fear of killing me?" I asked. I really didn't want him to change his mind halfway through. He could; I would accept it, but it would be disappointing.
"You're right," he said. "No part of me wants to hurt you. And the fact that you are happy to take from me at the same time I feed on you means neither of us is going to be drained."
I moaned as a hand slid between us to lightly tease my clit. "You taste so good," I said. "Your power is so completely different from mine, but at the same time, it feels like it belongs to me."
Pritkin briefly kissed me, but only to feed me another taste of that power at the same time his attention to my clit intensified. When I cried out, legs spreading wider in instinct, in invitation, his hand withdrew, giving me a sudden shock at the loss of pleasure, and he said, "Not yet." Despite his words, he was kissing down my body now, accepting my invitation, just in a different way. "You might recall I told you how badly I want a taste of you that has nothing to do with feeding."
Then his mouth was on me, and I arched up until his hands took my hips and held me down. And, yes, he was feeding as well as tasting, but I wasn't complaining. That pull just compounded the pleasure of his tongue moving inside me, of the way his finger worked my clit at the same time.
There was no holding on, I just came, crying out, and rode out the waves of pleasure. After giving me a few seconds to enjoy the afterglow, his tongue started to gently lap at my sensitive little bundle of nerves, getting me going all over again. He hadn't been joking.
But after two more orgasms, when I was trembling mostly from pleasure, but partly because I was starting to feel some of the drain from so much feeding, he stopped and moved to kiss me, feeding me a generous amount of his energy. And after taking so much from me, he had a charge that lit me up, almost making me feel like I was cumming again.
"I told you I was greedy," he said when our lips parted. "But I try to be considerate as well."
"I think I need to get you a dictionary so you can see what that word really means," I said, breathless. "And if you want to be considerate, give me a few seconds to catch my breath and then give me what I need." I pulled him down to me and took a bit more of him, shuddering at the rush. "You need it too, Pritkin. This started in Mac's back room, and we were stopped by the geis. All the denial and brushing off the attraction has taken too damn long. You have me dripping wet and waiting. You have to be painfully hard by now. Fuck. Me."
His pupils expanded further, but I saw that there was still a noticeable ring of green. It made me realize that I had all of Pritkin with me right now. Human, incubus, dash of Fey, every bit of him was here at the same time. He was finally all of himself.
"I love you," I said, which sounded much nicer than what I'd just been saying. "Please?"
He kissed me with no energy exchange, just sweet need. "I love you too."
Finally, he was between my legs, lining himself up, and pressing inside. The stretch of him was hardly even uncomfortable; he'd gotten me so wet and aching that it was a relief. Given his groan and the way he was shaking as he slid completely inside me, it was a relief for him too.
Luckily, I didn't have to encourage him further: after a few moments he began to move. And, God, feeding from me like this was a new level of amazing. Nothing existed but him and me, and the feelings he was causing.
Once he got into a rhythm, he kissed me, feeding his energy into me even as he was taking mine from a different place. It took me even higher, and I already wanted to cum. But I tried to hold back, really wanting to feel him cum inside me when I did.
Given what he was, I was pretty sure he could tell what I was doing, because his thrusts got faster, and I knew he was trying to get me to cum multiple times. But I didn't want that; I wanted him. He kept referencing our dialogues we had while he masturbated, and I used what I'd noticed to fight back. One hand attached itself to a nipple, which made him nearly frantic. And there weren't words for the satisfaction when I grabbed his ass and he let out a gasping moan and came. Finally, I was tumbling over the edge, and he was going with me. And I loved that warmth inside me, feeling his pleasure fill me.
I hugged him as we came down, and he pulled out of me. He laid down beside me and pulled me close. It was so comfortable, so perfect.
So, of course, I watched his pupils shrink, not just with the receding incubus nature, but with fear as his whole body tightened. He sat up suddenly. "Oh, God, what have I done to you?"
"Exactly what I wanted," I said, because I had no idea what his problem was.
"Cassie, we didn't use any protection!" He was frantic at the thought.
I blinked. I'd never considered it, because I'd never needed it before. I'd only had sex with vampires, and they were sterile and didn't carry diseases besides their metaphysical one. "Oh."
"I'm a fool!" This was getting out of hand as he got out of bed and started pacing.
"Calm down!" I said. I grasped for something comforting to say, and I remembered something. "Demons are almost entirely infertile, you said. You're half-demon. The odds that you just got me pregnant are low, right?"
He stopped and looked at me. "But what if I did? Cassie, I murdered my mother. I drained her life from her as I entered into the world."
I saw the point he wanted to make: even a quarter incubus child might run the same risks with me. "She survived long enough for you to be born because she had a little bit of Fey blood. I'm a demigoddess, Pritkin."
"Still!" he said, not comforted in the least.
For heaven's sake. "Hey!" I said, getting his attention and holding his gaze with a glare. "We don't know if anything just happened. If it did, we'll deal with it then. You can freak out about it then. For now, you are coming back to bed and cuddling me. You've already ruined the afterglow."
That made him look guilty, and he climbed into bed with me, lifting the covers for us both to get under before we settled in. "Sorry," he said as he held me.
"Sorry I yelled, but you kinda needed it," I said. "I know you were only that worried because you love me and care about my health. But, whatever happens, we're going to be fine."
Not that I wasn't fervently hoping nothing had happened; even if settling down with Pritkin and having children held some appeal, now was not the time for it. But that was irrelevant, because it was the thrum that seemed to have become the background music for us: everything was as it should be. If it happened, we'd deal with it.
"I love you, Cassie," he said softly. "I never want anything to happen to you, especially because of anything I did."
"For the record, this is something we did," I said. "Stop trying to take all the credit." I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and snuggled into him before saying, "I love you too."
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So, that was fun, right? Finally! I hope the quality of the smut was satisfactory, because, again, I don't write a lot of hetero couples anymore.
I'd really love to hear what you think; reviews are magic awesome! But, review or not, I hope you keep reading and enjoying.
