Page 16 of By the Fae

“Well, sweetheart?” she whispered, her hand inching closer to my waistband.

“Both,” I said, renewing my grip on her wrist. I pulled her to my side, got to my feet, pushed my mostly undrunk whiskey aside, and marched Cara/Clara/Clarice to my car.

“I’m Sophie,” she said, sitting in the passenger side. “You don’t remember me.”

“Of course I do. I could never forget that sweet little mouth of yours.” Technically the truth. “I’m going to defile it when we get back to mine.”

Nothing, not even a trouser twitch.Come on, mate!

Once I parked, we walked to my building’s elevator. “Nice ride, by the way,” she said, as I locked my vintage sports convertible over my shoulder.

Not a classic, but she was old. Three decades. Not that you’d know by looking at her. I paid a lot of money to keep her in line with all the brand-new cars rolling off the forecourt.

I loved everything from that era at the moment. An era when videogames were at peak awesomeness. Fashion, cars, even my watch was a vintageGroovy Graham and Pals. They sold for an absolute fortune on eFae these days.

I opened my front door. Everyone was home. I could smell all four of them. The succubus pushed me against the wall, wrapped her hand around the back of my head, and brought her lips to mine. I froze.

“Okay, not a mouth kisser,” she said, more to herself. “So many guys nowadays.”

“No, I am.” I mentally slapped myself and kissed her. Her tongue swept into my mouth, and I dug my fingers up under her vest-top thing, sinking them into her flawless flesh.

There was movement below my fly. My cock throbbed once. I think the sky opened, allowing angels to serenade me.

I gripped her ass and pulled her towards me. Her legs and tail wound themselves around my waist, and I carried her up the stairs. Outside my bedroom, I pinned her against the wall, squashing our bodies together, and trapping the tips of her fingers under my belt.

“Where do you want to fuck?” I asked.

I never tidied my room. Didn’t need to. Nobody ever saw it in its natural state apart from me. Sugar Paste was always nagging me to clean, but what was the point when I could glamour straight over the mess? It took a lot of effort to keep up the illusion for so long, drained a lot of my energy, but I was one of the best at this type of glamour. One of the main reasons I climbed to senior designer so quickly.

“Huh?”

“Come on, baby, I thought you remembered me?” I thrust my non-existent erection against the succubus’s pelvis. A twinge, good.

“Oh.” She cast her eyes over my pointed ears, and her face slid from confusion into something else. Distantly, I heard the soft slapping of bare feet, the quiet click of Taur’s door opening, saw a flash of Sugar Paste’s red hair, and the door closed again. “I want an audience.”

“Of course you do, dirty girl.” I kissed her again and opened my bedroom door, revealing, more or less, a dungeon. An overlarge birdcage sat on a raised dais in the middle of the room. The only thing illuminated in the entire space. People, faceless shadows, surrounded the platform. Just enough out of sight that features wouldn’t be necessary.

The succubus nodded, unzipped her top straight down the centre and walked backwards to the dais.

Time to end my four-month drought.

“Choke me,” she sputtered.

I already was. Fucking her from behind. My fingers clamped against her windpipe. Her hands braced on the metal bars of the cage that weren’t really there, as I hammered into her. Her tail twisted twice around my thigh, the arrowhead tip just breached my asshole. We’d been at it for ages. So far, I’d sucked her clit and finger fucked her through three orgasms. But she was determined to sort me out, despite a niggling feeling somewhere deep in my gut that told me it might, for the first time in history, not actually happen.

Okay, not the first time in history. There had been plenty of times in the past when I couldn’t reach completion. But never whilst sober, or in the presence of a succubus before.

I kept losing my momentum, my thrusts losing their rhythm, and my cock drooping, like a sadly neglected houseplant. We had switched positions more times than I could count, but my glamour kept slipping. Dropping away from me, exposing the definitely-a-bed-and-not-a-dais beneath us. And the mess. I almost told her to forget it. Leave me to wilt in my shame, but I couldn’t let it best me. I was a nymph. This was what I did.

A fucking nymph, fucking a fucking succubus, for fuck’s sake.

This should have been so much easier.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”

She obliged without hesitation. “You want me to take all of it?”

“No.” I fisted the back of her hair, holding it tight, keeping her head exactly where I wanted it. Almost tight enough to rip it out at the roots, but she was a succubus, not a human. She could take it. I took my cock in my other hand and buried the head into her waiting mouth. She lapped at it with her tongue, her smiling eyes meeting mine, and I began to stroke myself.

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