"That was an amusing evening darling, thank you." Erik smiled at me from the doorway.

"I'm glad you liked the game," I said, stuffing the cards back into their cardboard box.

"We all did. I don't think I've seen James so relaxed since we ran away from the Abyss."

I nodded. He made sense, considering their father had sent bounty hunters after them. Erik leaned against the doorway casually, arms crossed over his chest. His pink hair cascaded over his eye giving him an unreadable expression. I stowed the box of cards back on the shelf and turned to look at him. Erik seemed to be waiting to ask me something.

"My dear," he said. "Would you do me the honor of entertaining me a little bit longer tonight?"·····

"Sure. What would you like to do?"

"I would like to get to know you a little more personally."

I pretended not to hear the lustful tone he spoke in, or see the wink that crossed his visible eye. "I would also like to get to know you a little bit better, in a literal sense."

He smiled alluringly, extending his hand out to me. "Would you like to join me in my room my lady?"

"That would be lovely good sir," I replied, putting on the same over polite air he was. Erik's room, I wonder what it looks like. He's probably just trying to get laid. That wouldn't be a terrible thing.

I took his hand and followed him to the bedroom he had chosen. Inside was decorated with cherry red linens. The curtains were open, revealing the dark drive and cloudy night sky. Clothing had been strewing haphazardly over the floor, leading me to believe that the incubus had a messy personality. Erik crossed over to the nightstand and flicked on the table lamp. A faint amber light lit up the room in a warm glow. Erik sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. I walked over and joined him, sitting lightly on the deep red comforter.

"Tell me more about yourself darling," Erik said. His seductive voice was very enticing.

What was there to say? Where do I start? I thought for a moment, folding my arms and curling my fingers over my mouth. "I don't know where to begin. Could you ask a more specific question?" Usually I could pick up conversations easily, but this was too broad a subject.

He thought for a moment. "Do you have any hobbies?"

"Yes, a few. I like playing video games and tabletop games."

"Do you have a favorite game?"

"There's so many, I don't know if I could choose."

"Tell me about them, I want to know."

"Well, my first favorite game was Rock Band…"

I began telling Erik all about the games that had gotten me through high school. As I talked he leaned on one hand, tilting his head slightly to one side. He appeared to be listening intently. However, I knew if you didn't share an interest in the subject then talking about it could get boring. After a few minutes I faltered.

"I'm sorry, this is probably a dull conversation for you…" I trailed off, feeling a little self-conscious.

"Not at all dear. Your energy and enthusiasm make even an unfamiliar conversation intriguing."

"If you say so," I looked at my hands. Why was I feeling so shy all of a sudden?

Erik didn't take notice of my withdrawal. "Have you ever been loved before?"

I felt my face heat up a little bit when I looked back to Erik. For a long time I have prided myself on being an easy going and open person, so I answered. "Yeah, I got around quite a bit in high school."

"I see. Do you have any special lovers?"

"No, not anymore." I seriously hoped I would never see those boys again.

"Oh? I would have thought a lovely girl like you would surely have entranced some young lad by now." Erik had scooted closer to me.

"You aren't wrong. However, I never gave my heart to any of them in return."

"You make it sound so sad. Why not princess?"

I frowned. Truly, I had never allowed myself to fall for anyone, not really. I kept a protective barrier around my heart. People had bullied me, used me and thrown me out. If I didn't allow anyone in then no one could hurt me. Besides, detached sex was easier than love making. I couldn't say that to Erik, so instead I lied. "I guess you could say they were never satisfying enough." I smiled suggestively, hoping to lead him out of this topic, and on to something more distracting.

"Haha," he laughed. "Then you must not have found a capable man." Erik had gotten closer now. He was within reaching distance. "I don't mean to brag, but I'm quite… experienced." His eyebrow lifted briefly and his arms opened wide as if to present his body to me.

My interest was piqued. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"When I was younger my mother told me about how to take care of a woman. An incubus gains power from sexual energy, and she wanted me to be strong enough to surpass my brothers. She gave me advice on how to woo a woman and capture her heart. After that I learned how to make love to a woman properly... To take care of her every need... To satiate her desire…." Erik's voice was dropping lower and lower.

I know most people wouldn't be interested in a man who so immodestly boasted of his sexual exploits. Yet, it was my turn to be intrigued. Never had I been with a man who sounded so skilled. Just imagining my own desires being 'satiated' began to turn me on.

"I became rather popular among the ladies of the court," he continued. "On many evenings I was called away to entertain a maiden in need of some attention. They would climax ever so sweetly in my embrace and then send me away again."

Erik was very close now. I could feel his warm breath on my face. His eyes were half lidded and focusing intently on me.

"I've never had anyone satisfy me in that way before," I admitted.

"I could make you higher than any of your previous lovers." Erik was whispering now.

I licked my lips. "Why don't you prove it?"

He placed his thumb on my chin, tiling my face towards him. A tingling sensation pricked at my face. As he spoke I could almost feel the movement of his lips. "I would never act without my lady's permission."

My breath seemed light in my throat. I couldn't speak louder than a whisper. "Permission granted."

Gently he leaned in the rest of the way. Our lips connected and warmth began to spread over my face. He was a gentleman, waiting for the initial jolt of pleasure to pass before requesting entrance into my mouth. His tongue was thick and warm, sliding in tenderly. He immediately allowed me access to the soft underside. My stomach fluttered, and my groin tightened. Breathing was proving more and more difficult as our kiss continued.

His hand traveled down my arm and finally came to a rest on my hip. Slowly he began rubbing comforting circles into my side. Occasionally his thumb would slip under my waistband. A tingling sensation accompanied the comforting strokes on my hip. I felt my nether region responding to his affections. My chest grew heavy as my mind started screaming for air. As if sensing my need, he pulled away from me. Panting I looked up into his face. Erik was smiling seductively. His violet eyes sprinkled with lustful intentions as his own chest heaved with Erik's gasps for air. My heartbeat quickened at the sight.

"You are an excellent kisser." Erik's voice was quiet and charming.

I reached up and clutched his shirt, pulling him closer to me, unable to resist his embrace. He responded to me in kind, pressing his lips against mine passionately. As his tongue entered my mouth again he began to shift our position on the bed. I hung onto his shirt as he guided my hips further up the mattress. Then he bent me backwards until my head hit the soft pillow.

At this point he was laying on top of me, pressing his groin into my pelvis. A swell of excitement emanated from my genitals as I recognized the hard lump forming in Erik's pants. The pressure his body placed on mine restricted my breathing some, but also began to stimulate my nerve endings. His body weight felt so right over mine. The weight was a reminder that there was a boy above me, loving on me.

I reached up and ran my fingers over his shirt. The chest underneath felt firm, and warm. All I could think about was how soft his skin would be. Running my fingers over where his nipples must be, Erik let out a short grunt. I was sure he wanted to be felt as much as I wanted to feel him. Finally I found the buttons of his vest, and began undoing them. Once I had totally freed the buttons from their holes I striped off Erik's shirt and vest at the same time. Not hesitating, I began running my hands over the bare chest.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt hard muscles running down Erik's abdomen. From experience I knew that abdominal strength was an asset for a man during sex. Anticipation began to combine with the excitement I felt in my groin. I couldn't tell if my chest was heavy from Erik's weight or the tensing of my own muscles.

Again, Erik pulled away. Cold, fresh air permeated my lungs and brought my brain back to the present. He sat back and moved off my legs, placing his hands on the button of my jeans. My breathing quickened again, my mind racing with excitement. Expertly, he pulled my jeans off over my legs, striping both of my socks along with them. With strong hands he lifted one of my legs to his face. Passionately he began kissing my knee.

I closed my eyes. The warmth of his tongue slowly worked its way up my inner thigh towards my groin. I turned my knee outwards slightly, allowing better access to my body. My clitoris was practically pulsating from the anticipation. Excitement gripped my diagram and forced my breathing to come out in gasps and pants.

Suddenly he stopped. "What are these princess?" concern laced Erik's lust filled voice.

Oh, right, those. He noticed. I opened my eyes and looked down at my right thigh. Pearly white scars were etched into parallel rows down the thick part of my leg. They were my reminder of freshman year. My mood faded from excited to uncomfortable. "I had a rough year at the start of high school," I said quietly, not really wanting to discuss it.

Erik bent his head down and kissed over the scars gently. I felt a little embarrassed by that. He shouldn't have to put his mouth on such a dirty spot. No amount of comfort could penetrate past the pain those scars represented.

"We all have scars darling," Erik whispered.

He sat up again, tucking his knees under my legs and bringing his face closer to me. Then he reached up, and pulled back the long hair covering his left eye. Underneath was a deep, jagged scar. The mark started above his brow and ran all the way down to his cheek bone. Where the line touched his eye I could see an indentation in the glassy surface. I reached up gingerly and ran a finger over the lower part of the scar.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I messed up a maneuver during fencing practice a few too many times. Father got angry with me and told me I didn't appreciate the danger of losing a fight. He cut me then and there." Erik's voice had become serious, but did not resonate with any heavy emotions.

My eyebrows knitted together in worry. "That's horrible."

"He is a horrible man." Erik didn't seem fazed by this statement.

How awful did his father have to be to make this seem mundane?

"Now is not the time for such thoughts. Right now is about you princess."

"But-"

"Kiss me, and put this out of your mind." Erik's voice dropped and he let the curtain of hair fall again over his scarred face.

I reached up and drew his face down to mine. He was right, the pain of the past had no business ruining the pleasure of this moment. Tenderly I kissed his warm lips, relishing in the softness of his skin. His hand slowly fell from my face and traced its way down my chest. I felt a gentle tingling in the wake of his fingers. The tightness returned to my abdomen as Erik's hand traveled lower and lower.

His warm tongue reached deep into my mouth, flexing powerfully against mine. I felt my breath begin to stick in my throat, and my diaphragm felt tight. My mind could only focus on Erik. His pheromones wafted into my nose, heightening the thrill. On their own accord, my hands began to explore his chest again. A fingertip found a tender nipple on its travels. I pressed down gently and began rubbing in small, circular motions.

Erik's tongue quickened in my mouth as his hand found my panties. Quickly he slipped his fingers under the hem, sliding them enticingly between my labia. The tightening in my muscles directed itself downwards, stiffening my clitoris. After rubbing up and down a few times, Erik reached down a little further. Dry, warm fingers pressed lightly around the ring of flesh near my vagina. Imagining him sliding into me caused a dribble of warmth drip out from between my legs.

I felt a smile stretch into Erik's lips as he touched me. He swirled his index finger teasingly around my opening a few times, spreading my slick arousal across my labia. My attention had drifted away from the kiss and was focused entirely upon my groin. Suddenly, Erik ended the kiss, leaving me gasping cold air. My eyes shot open with the harshness of the cold. Erik was sitting up, and withdrawing his hand from my underwear. By the time my thoughts had collected he was inserting his moistened finger into his mouth.

His eyes fluttered shut. I stared, completely enraptured by the half-naked man above me. Was he enjoying the taste? I wondered momentarily if that was even possible.

"This… mmm," he moaned around his finger. "May I try from the source, princess?"

My groin lurched, feelings of flattery overwhelming me. I sucked in breath suddenly. Unable to speak I nodded. Erik pulled back further, hooking his fingers over the hem of my underwear and pulling them off. I extended my legs to let the soft fabric slide off easily. Tenderly he guided my legs back to the bed, running his hands up my thighs while pushing my knees apart. Excitement shot up my legs as my nerves rejoiced at sensation of his fingers. Erik shuffled down and positioned his face just above my pelvis. His breath felt cold against my heated genitals. My muscles flexed instinctively and I shivered.

Slowly I pushed my body upwards, resting my weight on my elbows. The activities of the man before me were enticing. I wanted to watch. He looked up at me, eye just barely over the top of my pubic hair. Then, through the chilly air, I felt a warmth press against me, sliding directly over my most sensitive nerves. My head fell backwards as a wave of pleasure erupted in my groin. Erik began licking and sucking, trying several different methods until finally I moaned out loudly.

He had discovered what I liked best. Quickly he moved his tongue back and forth across my clitoris. Every time the muscle rolled over the exposed nerve I felt a wave of excitement. Something was building inside of me. Slowly the hot, needy pressure began to spread upwards accompanied by a faint tingle. My muscles were tensing tighter than ever, as if I was trying to push myself into his mouth with just my abdominals. Slowly, my breathing was becoming erratic. I reached my hand out, running my fingers through Erik's soft, rose colored hair. It took every bit of self-control I had left to keep myself from firmly grasping his hair and forcing his face into my pelvis. Instead I tried to distract my impulse by combing my fingers through the locks.

Then I felt a pressure at my vagina. Erik was pushing one finger into my depths. The digit slid in without any resistance or pain. I couldn't feel much. Despite my small size, his finger seemed disappointingly tiny against the walls of my vagina. I needed pressure, to stretch and expand. My hips began to twitch and jolt in time with the waves of pleasure emanating from my clitoris.

"M- more… Erik," I gasped out.

I felt him smile into my labia. Another finger was quickly added to the first. This was better. I could feel him pressing against me a little more now. Carefully he began moving his fingers in and out of me, mimicking the ministrations of sex. Between that and his mouth pressed to my button, I was becoming overwhelmed. But it wasn't enough, not nearly enough. Eventually he began to flex his fingers inside of me, pulling them apart to stretch the soft skin. The wiggling pressed up against my insides in unexpected and stimulating ways. Each stretch counteracted the tense clenching and lulled my body into a more relaxed pleasure. With the building excitement I barely dared to breath.

Erik was beginning to slow down. His fingers stopped first, slowly sliding out of me while his tongue decreased to strong, warm strokes. My breathing was steadily returning to normal. Without the stimulus my muscles began to relax. Gently he pulled away and I loosened my grip on his hair, not having realized how tightly I had grasped. I looked up into his face, his mouth was glistening slightly in the dim light. Through the glisten he was smiling a very satisfied smile.

"Princess, I would like to go all the way with you. May I continue?" Erik's voice was calm.

I was sure whatever I said now would be ok, and he wouldn't push me one way or the other. Reaching up to his face I pulled him down on me. Tenderly I kissed his lips, I needed time to think. Forcefully I cleared my mind. Did I really want to let this man inside of me? Well, he was doing a great job already. Why the hell not? I pushed him away gently and looked into his violet eye.

"Yes," I said quietly. "Do you have protection?"

He smiled and nodded. Erik reached towards the night stand, and I heard him roll the drawer open. I was met with a face full of muscular chest. Unable to resist I ran my fingers over the pale skin. I was so high on endorphins just touching him was intoxicating. As Erik pulled back from the nightstand my hands followed his body until he lingered just out of reach.

"Now now, that hardly seems fair. You get to touch me and I have yet to see you shirtless," he smirked playfully.

"That's not my fault," I feigned stubbornness.

He laughed lightly. "True enough my lady."

Erik reached down and placed the condom, still wrapped, on the bed sheets. Then he reached forward and pulled me upwards into his arms. I lifted my own arms and he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Tossing the clothing aside he planted a delicate kiss on my lips. Expertly, he reached behind me and unbuckled my bra strap. I felt the restricting underwear pull loose from my chest. The freedom I felt from this lightened my mood and eased my breathing. My breasts were exposed, and I was more than ready to feel his warm hands toy with them.

He began trailing kisses down my neck while rubbing soothingly where my bra had pressed into my skin. Spreading his hands tenderly around my back, he worked his fingers steadily towards my bosom. His lips stopped at my collar bone, where he sucked lovingly on the thin skin. My breathing was growing ragged again. Secretly, I hoped he would mark me there. I have always had a quiet pride for marks left during sexual intercourse. Focusing on the suckling of my collarbone, I didn't notice Erik's progress around my chest until I felt a tingling warmth ghost across the underside of my breasts.

Slowly his hands slid up and over my bosom, rubbing firmly against my nipples. My muscles were beginning to lose strength. I trembled slightly as I fell backwards onto the pillow once more. Erik only followed me part of the way down. He stopped an arm's length above me, pressing his hands into either side of my shoulders. His eyes surveyed me hungrily.

"You are so beautiful darling," he breathed out.

I didn't say anything, I just wanted him to continue. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Erik bent down and brought his face into my breast. Tenderly he wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples. The sudden pressure triggered a gasp to rise from my chest. Pleasure shot down my sides and swirled in my groin. The pulling and teasing was wonderful. Elated, I began to squirm slightly in his grasp. He flicked his tongue across the sensitive spot until the nipple became erect. Then he pulled away and blew cool air across the stiff spot. This left a light prickle dancing over my skin.

Sitting up again, Erik began stripping himself. I looked up just in time to see his boxers slide down over his hips. Dangling between his legs was an average sized penis, surrounded by well-groomed pubic hair. As his pants hit the floor he began pumping his hand up and down the shaft. He may have been erect already, but the slight stimulation seemed to increase the size even more so. Seeing him touch himself was arousing. I wanted to be the hand that held him, but before I could reach out Erik was sliding the condom onto this genitals.

Steadily, he positioned himself above me, pressing the tip of his cock gently into my slick vagina. Then he paused, a hand brushed against my cheek.

"Princess, may I?" He didn't need to say any more, I knew what he was asking.

I tore my eyes away from our genitals to look into his face. He was looking at me kindly, gently. A calm smile decorated his lips. His breathing was steady and eyes patient.

"Yes, Erik, ye-ah!" Before I could finish Erik had pushed himself into me.

My eyes fell shut. The thickness was marvelous. I could feel every inch of him pressing against my walls. My insides stretched soothingly. He pushed in about half way, firmly and slowly. Then he paused, to allowing me to get used to his size. He didn't wait long before pulling back again, drawing himself almost all the way out of me. Then, he went back in, driving into me as far as he could. Not quite far enough to reach my delicate cervix, but that was good for now. I would need to warm up anyways.

Rapidly he gained speed. Each thrust was strong and warm. Just feeling him inside of me was satisfying. Every so often the tip of his penis would nick a sensitive part of me. Each time I let out a strangled gasp or light moan. He increased the pace until he was panting from the exertion. This was nice, comfortable and encouraging, but it wasn't enough to make me cum. It never had been.

Then, Erik did something I wasn't expecting. Pausing for a moment, he pulled my legs upward. Carefully he placed my ankles on each of his shoulders. My buttock was lifted a few inches from the bedding. This had never happened before, I wasn't sure what to expect. Then, he rammed into me. I couldn't control the sound that leaped from my mouth. Usually I was fairly quiet, but this was something else. Erik had plunged directly upward and struck the most sensitive nerves along my vaginal walls. The feeling was shocking. Jarring and electrifying. Again he struck, and the sensation racked my body again.

I didn't have time to think, or register what was happening to me. Pleasure flooded my mind and mesmerized every nerve in my body. The time between each plunge was getting smaller and smaller. Every time he hit I yelled out in pleasure. Before I knew it he was going faster than my mind could keep up with. There was no pause between the jolts of agonizing pleasure. I had lost track of what was coming out of my mouth. There was nothing but pounding and tingling in the entire world. I felt the familiar building sensation. A gathering trickle of energy flowed down my pelvis, tighter and higher. Then I reached my peak.

Everything relaxed as all the pressure was released from my body in waves. My hips bucked and my thighs twitched, feet waving aimlessly. Air evacuated my lungs in a long sigh. Tingling erupted all over my body. My mind went completely blank. Not a single thought passed through my brain. Endorphins swirled around my head as I drifted in my natural high. Vaguely, I felt Erik pull out of me. The mattress dropped slightly as he lay beside me. My body was beginning to feel cold. Instinctively I snuggled into the boy next to me, nuzzling against his chest and wrapping a leg around him. My sensitive body could practically feel the dopamine uptake from the skin on skin contact.

"Well, how was that princess?"

His voice echoed in the void of my mind. Just barely I was able to comprehend that I needed to respond. Lightly I lifted my hand, and pressed a single finger against his lips. I didn't quite hit the center of his mouth, but my message seemed to get through. Erik fell silent and wrapped a warm arm around me, nuzzling his nose into my hair. We lay like this for a long time while I gathered myself. It took every ounce of strength within me to try and communicate with Erik. I had to tell him something. Usually after I orgasm I am incoherent, but this was something far more inhibiting than I had ever experienced before. I was utterly offline. Finally, my mind came back just enough to force a few mumbled words out of my mouth.

"Words…" I shook my head, trying to speak. "Not… yet…"

Erik chuckled, pulling me closer to him. I took a few, long breaths. His sweet scent mingled enticingly with the smell of our sex. My eyes slit open. The chest I was laying on came into view. Sweat was drying gradually across the muscular form. A gentle rise and fall danced in time with Erik's breathing. Opening my eyes wider I looked up into his face. His eyes were closed, a proud smile was fixed to his face. I let out a gentle sigh. Intelligible thought was finally returning along with control of my body.

"S-sorry. When I cum I kind of… can't speak," I explained my earlier state.

Erik opened his eyes and looked down at me. "That's quite alright darling, I wasn't worried. How are you feeling?"

"I feel… fantastic. That was the best orgasm I have ever had in my entire life." I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you."

He smiled confidently, closing his eyes again.

"What about you? Did you…"

"Ah, no. Don't worry about me. Your satisfaction is its own reward."

I frowned. "That doesn't seem very fair."

He lifted his head from the pillow, rose colored hair falling back to reveal his other eye. "Really, darling, I'm fine. I'm quite accustomed to not receiving anything in return. Honestly, just being able to hold you afterwards was an unexpected pleasantry."

I sat up part way. Leaning over him I surveyed the sorry boy. "I can't just let that lie Erik. Not after you were so good to me." I laced my tone with a seductive note. Gently I ran my hand over his warm chest.

He grabbed my fingers and brought them to his lips. "That's unnecessary."

I pulled out of his grasp and sat the rest of the way up. Silently I remembered being in Erik's situation, left without my needs met after my partner was done. "Well, I insist." Stretching, I began to crawl down the bed towards his waist.

Erik grabbed my arm. "There's no need for you to dirty yourself with me." His eyes looked a little frantic. A shy side was beginning to show through.

"Oh? But it's dirty in the best way," I said wantonly, smiling mischievously. Again I pulled away drifting down between his legs before he stopped me again. He was sitting up fully now.

"Darling, it's not that important," he looked a little guilty. "You probably don't really want to…"

"Why would you assume that? Maybe I enjoy pleasuring men?" In a way, I felt the same as Erik did. Watching a boy reach his climax from my touch was a very gratifying experience. Settling down, I positioned my face just above his dick. "I may not be as good as you, but I've been told I am rather talented."

Before I could touch him, Erik grabbed my face in both of his hands and pulled me slightly away. "Princess…" he paused. "No one has ever…" He trailed off, clearly unable to finish.

Tenderly I wrapped my hands around his fingers, prying them off my cheeks. In all seriousness I said, "Erik, do you not want me to touch you?" If he wasn't comfortable I wouldn't force him.

"No, that's not-" Erik looked away guiltily.

"Well then," my flirtatious voice had returned. I pushed him backwards onto the bed. Both of my palms pressed into his shoulders while I hung above him. My eyes narrowed and I smiled at the look of surprise on his face. "You will let me have my way with you. Or do I need to tie you down?"

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. I took that moment to steal a fervent kiss from the man. Taking control of the kiss, I pushed my tongue into his mouth. He responded hesitantly, but none the less passionately. Suddenly I broke the kiss, quickly hunkering back down between his legs. I took his flaccid, naked penis in my hand and gazed at it. How did I want to approach this?

Tenderly, I ran my tongue from the base to the tip. Erik let out a quiet moan. The bitter, hollow taste of latex permeated my tongue. That would have to wait. I pulled away slightly, yanking my glasses off my face and setting them on the corner of the bed. Gathering saliva, I spat into my palm. Gently I began massaging the liquid into his penis. The digit became firmer in my hand with each stroke. Again I bent down, and pressed my face close to the pocket between the shaft and the sack. Breathing in deeply I could smell the wonders of his concentrated pheromones. I pondered the taste. Would he be bitter and sour, or warm tasteless? Wrapping my mouth around his tender skin, I sucked in one of his testicles.

"Aaahh," I heard him sigh out.

Tenderly I rolled the spheroid shaped organ around in my mouth, making sure to only press lightly with my tongue. My hand continued to pump up and down his length. Careful not to drag my dry fingers across the head, I held tightly to the foreskin, forcing it to follow my movements. I kept this up until my hand no longer felt slick against his skin. Then I pulled my mouth away, allowing the testicle to pop back into place before releasing his sack.

Again I tried licking his dick. The latex taste had mostly vanished. As my tongue slid over his urethra I looked up. Erik had the most beautiful blush sprinkled across his face. He was biting his lower lip, eyes huge and dilated.

"Mmm," I gave a contented sigh. "You're so nice," I whispered, brushing my lips against the head.

His blush deepened, and I saw him swallow hard.

I couldn't resist, I had to play with this boy. "Do you want in," I asked, my voice low and smile wide. I gently tapped my lower lip with the tip of his penis.

Erik nodded slowly, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Hum?" I tilted my head and gave him an innocent look. "I can't hear you."

"Yes," he breathed out, barely above a whisper.

My seductive smile returned. Firmly I pushed my tongue under his corona, pressing into each nerve ending as I went. This elicited a delicious moan from the boy. "Say please."

"P-please…"

He was doing so well, I was tempted to push a little farther. "Please what?"

"M-mika," he gasped as I ran my tongue around the other side of his corona.

"Go on," I whispered.

"Please… put me in-AH!" Erik shouted out as I suddenly shoved his penis into my mouth as far as it would go.

I pulled back slowly, running my lips tightly along his shaft as I went. Then I pushed back down again. Making sure to start slowly, without too much suction. After a few strokes I pulled back farther, spinning my tongue around his head. He moaned out wantonly again. Those sounds were so delectable. I focused on my blow job, steadily increasing the pressure and speed. Eventually, my head was bobbing as fast as it could go without giving me a headache. Quickly I slowed down, pulling out with a small pop and blowing cool air across the heated tip.

"Mmmm," he whined at the loss.

Grasping firmly, I began pumping his length with my hand again. Lustfully I surveyed the man before me. His legs were spread wide, giving me plenty of room to maneuver. Face beet red, eyes jammed shut, he was biting hard into his fist. His other hand was clutching the sheet as if the fabric were a lifeline. Without delay, I picked up speed until I was moving faster with my hand than I had with my mouth. He had begun to tremble, hips shaking as if he was trying hard to resist bucking into me.

I smiled, pleased at the sight before me. There was more that I could do, he was in for it now. Shifting my hand around, I grasped his shaft tightly with my fingertips. Making sure to catch under the sensitive corona every time I came up. Occasionally I would allow the tip to bang into my palm. He bit his fist harder, brows knitting together. That was no good.

"Moan for me Erik," I said commandingly, "I want to hear you."

Shakily he removed his fist. To encourage him further I gave an exceptionally hard pull.

"Ohhaahh."

The power was exhilarating. "Good boy," I cooed.

"Mnm, ah," was all I got in response.

He was getting closer, I could sense the pressure building. Gently I pressed my free hand into his testicles, rubbing each ball gently between my fingers and palm. His legs shook, I felt his toes curling into the bedding. This was so gratifying. Erik made such a sexy mess. Shifting my grip again, I grasped his length with the entirety of my hand. As I pulled back I leaned forward and licked across his head. At this, Erik practically shouted. Finally I could taste the sour slick of his pre-cum. Not long now. Just long enough to tease him a little bit more.

"Say my name," I said clearly, studying his face.

"Wha- huh?" he panted out, eyes flashing open.

"Say my name," I repeated. "Or do you want me to slow down." A mischievous smile fixed itself to my face.

"Nnngah, nn… Mi-" he breathed in sharply as I licked him again.

"Again," I whispered.

"Mi-ka," he grunted out.

In response I wrapped my mouth around his head again. Sucking in, I could feel the pre-ejaculate draw out of his urethra.

"I want to hear you say my name as you cum, alright," I commanded.

He nodded, and let out another moan. I went down on him, surrounding his penis with my warm mouth while pumping the rest of his length with my hand. Not neglecting his balls, I continued feeling him up as I worked his dick. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this. Sure enough, after a few minutes, he said,

"Mika, I- I'm… I'm gonna-"

Before he could finish, I slammed his dick deep into my throat. A warm, grainy substance shot down my esophagus. Erik's penis twitched in my mouth as sound erupted from the boy. I had managed to get the timing just right, I had managed to avoid tasting his ejaculate. That was my least favorite part, and having him come directly into my throat avoided the whole scenario. Once he was spent I pulled away, slowly and carefully. Allowing his penis to fall onto his abdomen, I made my way back up the bed. Automatically his arms rose up to grab me in a firm embrace. I let him pull me close to his chest, familiar with the desire for skin contact after an orgasm. He breathed heavily in my ear, drifting back down to earth. I waited quietly in his arms, stroking his soft hair.

After a moment he said, "Thank you so much. You have spoiled me darling." His flirtatious voice had returned, along with his confidence. "I should probably clean up."

"There's no need, I made sure to get it all."

"Did you swallow it?!" Erik said, shocked. He stared up at me, wide eyed.

I smiled cheekily. "Who knows." I was dodging the question.

He didn't press me further. Instead he kissed me gently on the mouth. His tongue tangled delicately with mine for a moment, then he pulled away. There were tears in the corner of his eyes.

"No one has ever done anything like that for me. Thank you so much. I'm unworthy."

"You are plenty worthy," I tapped the tip of his nose for emphasis. "Now relax, and just hold me for a while."

He did. For a short while we lay there, enjoying each other's presence in silence. I continued stroking his head tenderly, allowing the softness to soothe me. Soon enough his eyes fluttered shut. He let out a peaceful sigh, reaching down and pulling the comforter over himself. I felt sleepiness tugging at the back of my mind. Not here. I wriggled free from the tangle of arms and stood up, being careful not to disturb the man in bed. I felt his arms subconsciously stiffen, as if trying to keep me still. Standing up I searched for my clothing. Slipping on my jeans and tossing my t-shirt back over my head, I redressed myself to the bare minimum. Before I left, I bent over and kissed Erik's forehead gingerly.

"Sweet dreams handsome," I murmured.