Page 96 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
I suck down another gasp of air, but it doesn’t feel like enough. It’s not what my body craves.
I lick my lips. “Will you sit at the edge of the pool for me?”
He cocks his head as if I’ve presented him with an interesting puzzle, then nods. I watch his hips and tail as he saunters, the thick muscle of his ass rippling with each step. Fuck, he is gorgeous.
When he’s seated, I pull off my shirt but leave the panties on. So what if they’re ruined? I’ll buy another pair. I saw the way his breathing picked up when he noticed I’d adorned myself with the color of his magic.
I step into the pool, the heat stinging my colder feet. Energy surges up through my legs into my stomach and chest. Like a reinnervation, my heart comes alive again for the first time in months.
I want to kiss him.
I wade into the water until I’m facing Apollo. He watches with hungry eyes and heavy breaths as I slide my hands up his thighs. He parts his legs, and I step between them until his cock is pressed against my ribs. I drag my fingers up his chest and delight in the way his magic flares and dances with my touch. His cock twitches and I drop my hands back to his thighs.
“Can I kiss you here?” I ask, slipping my hand closer to his erection.
“Do you want to?”
I swallow, my mouth pooling with saliva at the thought, and nod.
“Then I would very much like for you to kiss me there.”
He leans back a measure, giving me better access. I grab him gently at the base, and he stretches against my palm with a groan. I glance up and see he’s closed his eyes, his head dropped back.
How long has it been since someone touched him?
I tighten my grip and give him a slow, exploratory pump. He sighs, his wings shuddering and flexing. A bead of precum glistens on his tip, and I swipe my tongue across it, faintly tasting…blueberry?
Apollo sucks in a sharp gasp at my second lick, and his tail thrashes forward. It slides around my loose hair and pulls it back from my face. I glance up to find Apollo watching me withunbridled lust, his talons digging into the stone beside him. The heat in his eyes shoots straight to my core.
I give him another languid lick around his head while holding his gaze. Pure satisfaction thrums through me when he trembles, biting his lip, as his tail tightens its hold on my hair.
“Your tongue is nirvana, my witch.”
I smirk to myself.Just wait until you feel my whole mouth.
I continue my tease as I flick side to side, tracing a vein down his shaft to my fist. He groans, his thighs clenching my sides. I lick all the way up to the top and suck him down to my throat.
He gasps my name, gripping the back of my neck with surprising gentleness for how hard his other hand is digging into the stone. I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue as I slide off him.
He whispers something I don’t understand, the words guttural and flowing. I meet his gaze again as I slide off him with apop. His light brow furrows in ecstasy and he bares his teeth in a hiss.
“I’ll never survive you.”
I lick my bottom lip into my mouth and run my teeth over it. “I haven’t even started.”
His hand tenses on my neck and my skin ripples with a shiver from his claws.
I pump my fist slowly at first, watching him swallow back his groans. When his breathing is fast, his jaw flexing, I drop over him and match the pace of my hand with my mouth. I saturate his shaft until my palm is gliding easily, and then I increase the pace.
“Sylvia,” he moans, then devolves into a string of that same low, rumbling language I don’t recognize.
I twist my fist with every thrust and tighten my grip. Apollo’s thighs tremble and squeeze me harder. I tug gently on his sack and then cup his balls as I keep the same pace with my mouthand fist. The water is sloshing around me, heat rolling up my spine and making my head light.
He whispers my name endlessly, like a prayer to a goddess, a plea for release. More blueberry-flavored precum oozes into my mouth and I moan against his shaft. I force him to the back of my throat over and over, devouring him as he’s done to me so many times.
His balls tighten in my palm and I massage them as his sounds of bliss reach a peak.
“Sylvia, I’m…” He grunts, tugging on the back of my neck as if to pull me away. But I’m not afraid of a little cum, and if the main course tastes anything like the appetizer, I’m ready for a mouthful. I suck him down harder, with a stronger grip and faster swipes of my tongue.
