Page 93 of The Succubi's Choice

A split second, he breaks the kiss, and before she’s able to take a breath to ask what he’s doing, he wraps his arm around her midsection in a shock of contact and, hooking a leg over hers, flips her around.

She coughs out a surprised laugh, and he nestles a kiss in the crook of her neck, easing down her terry cloth shorts and panties, the same small sound in the back of his throat.

“You do that very well,” she says, when she gets her voice back enough to speak. “Someone teach you?”

“Wrestling used to be much more popular,” he says, giving her a wide smile. His dick is hard, hot against her upper thigh, and she doesn’t have words for the utter want she has coursing through her, completely separate from any hunger.

Is this how humans normally feel when having sex?

She shivers against him at the thought, before she’s completely naked and bare in front of him, in this normal room in a normal apartment, so soon after the fantastical orgy full of beautiful people and beautiful architecture.

And the clothing on the floor and the rumpled blankets beneath them, it’s still unreal. Like this is a moment outside of time, that exists with just the two of them and nothing else.

His hand drifts down to her pussy, and she jerks in surprise, then pushes up against his hand. His finger circles her clit, once, twice, before plunging inside of her.

She jerks again, and he’s on top of her, looming over her, a solid figure over her, somehow comforting and sure while looking almost scared shitless.

He’s looking down at her, not at her eyes but at her body, darting between the curve of her neck and the jiggle of her breasts and the soft part of her stomach, and to where his finger is teasing inside of her, crooking up and exploring.

“You can fuck me,” she says, and her voice isn’t nearly as sultry as she would like, but he smiles nonetheless.

“I think I like this as well,” he says, slow, before twitching up his finger and dragging it across that little bundle of nerves that makes her whole body clench down. He smiles, low, at that, then does it again, and she feels like she’s about to fray apart. “See, you make a noise when I do that.”

She laughs again, like the laugh is pressed out of her by the sheer amount of sensations going through her. “I make a lot of noises.” She bears down on his hand, and she can feel his fingers become slippery from her, as he circles her clit with his thumb.

Her eyes slip closed, as he leans over her, and it’s like she has peace.

* * *

She pressesher nose against his shoulder, relishing in the smell of him, the too warm nature of his body, and he pants up towards the ceiling, his eyes screwed shut.

It’s quiet, before he rolls over, hugging her to him with one strong arm.

She smiles at him, and he smiles back, eyes still half closed, and he kisses her again, slow and somehow sweet, before he breaks it off. “I should probably get you back?” He says, voice just a hair rough, like these simple touches break off the smooth edges of his words, take off the polish just enough for her to notice. “I really don’t want your friends assuming you’ve disappeared.”

“Especially because they saw you with me.”

He pulls her up, watching her with wide eyes as she dresses, and there are twin red splotches on the top of his cheeks, before they both head into the other room. Only hesitating a moment, he plops himself back at the computer, starting typing.

“For someone with no computer knowledge, you’re awfully good at that,” she says, and she can see his smile quirk up. “How would...How would Thomas teach that? If he’s unconscious while you’re here...”

“We have ways of both being conscious, it’s just not comfortable for very long, and he’s asked me to not do it if I can help it,” he says, staring at the blank screen. “And he writes down excellent directions. He’s just...a naturally kind person.” He falls silent, his face pensive at the screen. “I don’t think I’ve possessed a naturally kind person before him. It’s quite wonderful.”

“Does it make that much of a difference?” She leans against him, and the warmth of his back makes her want to stay there, close, for forever.

He equivocates, nodding yes then shaking his head no. “All possession has to come from an agreement,” he says, and it’s not something she thinks anyone knows. “Usually people want wealth, or power, and I can offer that. He’s the first one who wanted health and to go to college.”

She runs her hands across his broad shoulders, and he leans back into her touch. “He does seem remarkably chill for hosting an Archdemon,” she says.

He nods, then swivels back in the chair, holding her hand, and…

They’re back in her living room, with a swirl of displaced air in her curls, and she gets a brief, kind little smile, before he too is gone.

There’s a beat, of her feeling the temperature difference and still being in her pajamas, before she glances up and sees Gabriel and Jacqueline staring at her with open mouths.

“Uh, hi.” She says, suddenly self-conscious.

Gabriel strides to her, taking her by her shoulders and giving her a quick once over, then a small shake. “Dude.” He gives her another small shake. “Can we nix with the disappearing?”

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