Page 32 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
“I, I’ve never really—I mean no one has ever…”
His stern gaze makes me trail off. “No one has kissed you here?”
“Not no one,” I quickly correct. “But I’ve never…enjoyed myself.”
His finger presses into me harder and the pleasure it brings makes my back curl.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, leaning into his touch.
“Yes, you do,” he says, adding another finger to his slow drag.
My panties are so wet it’s embarrassing.
“I’m not judging you,” he says. “There’s no reason to lie.”
“I guess it was always just so brief, and I was worried about how I tasted, if I was taking too long, what I looked like from down there, if I was making too much noise, or not enough—”
“If you’re thinking about anything at all, they’re doing it wrong. Let me show you what it should be like, lovely.” He angles closer, the claw of his other hand hooking on the hip of my panties.
Oh, gods, he wants to eat me out? I showered last night, so I’m pretty clean, but I haven’t shaved in like a month! Where am I at in my cycle? If I’m too close to that time, it’ll be so acidic he’ll probably—
“Hush in there.” Apollo rises, his finger pushing over my lips. “I’m not judging you. I only want to give you pleasure, and some of my magic.”
“But what if it’s unpleasant for you?” I say awkwardly through his finger pressing against my lips.
He lifts his de-clawed hand to his nose and inhales the scent of my slick from his knuckles. A groan rolls through him, and he closes his eyes. “It won’t be.”
Well, if I passed the incubus sniff-check, I’m probably fine, right?
He pushes his forehead against mine and cups the back of my neck. “Please, stop judging yourself so harshly and let me pleasure you.”
Would it be all right to just stop worrying and let him do what he wants? Could I just not care? Voices of boyfriends past bubble up in my mind and my gut swirls with indecision.
Apollo smirks, letting out a gentle huff. “Before the incantation I’ve cast with our blood starts to wear off would be preferable. I don’t want you to have to cut yourself again.”
I take a steadying breath. “Okay. Go for it.”
He kisses my cheek, then my neck and my chest over my shirt as he lowers back to his knees. My shoes go, then my pants, and his claws loop into my panties again. The drag of smooth fingers on the left and claws on the right has me shivering as he pulls my underwear down my thighs. I step up to release them, and Apollo grabs my leg, pushing it over his shoulder.
I brush his little wings with my toes and chuckle. “I hear that wingspan has something to do with equipment size.”
He arches an eyebrow as he kisses the inside of my knee. “I’ve shrunken them for convenience. If my wings were full size, I wouldn’t be able to fit in this room.”
My stomach squeezes and I laugh as his lips slide up my inner thigh. The wall is slippery against my sweaty palms, so I dig in my nails to hold on.
“I will not hurt you,” he whispers, inching closer to my untrimmed center.
“You really don’t have to do this. You could just finger me,” I say, breathing fast and shallow.
His icy eyes flick up to mine and then he lunges forward, shoving his face between my thighs. I yelp as his tongue slides from opening to clit. He groans, closing his eyes as he leans in harder, cupping my ass and digging his claws into my skin. His other fingers glide past my entrance and into his mouth, as if he’s trying to taste more of me. He moans again, shoving his face so hard against my pussy that my other knee buckles.
“Fuck,” I sputter, my hand flying to his hair to hold on.
Apollo’s tail snakes around my wrist and squeezes as his spade tip strokes the sensitive underside. He presses into my opening with a finger and I squeak out something pathetic. His attention on my clit is so intense I can’t help but squirm. It’s so much, almost too much.
His eyes lock on me again as he pushes his finger into me up to the first knuckle. I can’t form words. I just moan and pant as I watch him devour me, savoring his feast. He curls his finger and drags it all the way out to the tip, hitting something blissful on the way out. My knee gives and I slide down an inch before Apollo pins me.
