Page 66 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
He huffs out a breath and his other hand tenses on my bare thigh. “They call me the seducer.”
He cups me with his whole hand, holding me securely against his hips. The bulge flexing against my backside is proof that I’m affecting him. I love it.
His tail releases my panties and comes up to my throat, pushing my hair aside. He plants an open-mouth kiss below my ear as his fingers spread me open and begin to play. I grind against his hand in undulating waves, relishing the feel of his erection in one moment and the extra pressure of his hand against my pussy in the next.
“You’re perfect, Sylvia,” he whispers, then nibbles my earlobe.
I moan, nipping and sucking his fingers harder. His tail returns to my thigh, sliding and winding around as I sense the tip change shape. It’s less like a spade now and more like a…I gasp as he drags his rounded tail tip across my opening.
Apollo’s thumb presses against my chin, closing my mouth around his fingers. “Keep tasting me, lovely.”
I return my attention to his fingers in my mouth, twisting and twirling my tongue, nipping and sucking. He shudders, planting rougher kisses against my exposed neck. His fingers hold me open while one taps a beat on my clit. The shock of his pad hitting me like that has me squeezing my thighs together.
Apollo plants his feet inside mine and pries my legs apart, making my hands slide several inches down the door. I yelp and catch myself. He chuckles darkly while his tail continues to soak itself against my opening.
I close my eyes, my core aching with need. I want him to fuck me with his tail already. I need to be filled to quench the desire growing in my belly. I buck my hips forward, trying to fuck myself onto him, but it doesn’t work. I whine, biting his fingers a little harder.
“There’s that impatience,” he says, and I feel his smile against my throat. “I love your fire.”
His tail pushes against my entrance and I lean into my hands. He slides in an inch, then another, and the girth of it has me gasping. His finger keeps up the tap-tap-tap on my clit and it makes me whimper.
“Oh, my lovely witch,” he sighs. “If only you knew how good you felt.”
He slides his fingers out of my mouth, down my chin, and grips my throat as his tail thrusts deeper. I gasp, dropping my head between my arms braced on the door. I want to look over my shoulder and kiss him. I want to taste what he tastes like. I want him to taste the caramel on my lips.
I look up and glance over my shoulder. He’s watching me, his thumb stroking my jaw. His eyes swirl like pools of shattered ice.
“That’s it. Let me love you the way you need,” he murmurs.
Love me.
I’m too close to falling under his spell.
I can’t let myself succumb. He’s dangerous. This is dangerous.
The ridges of his tail ripple past my opening and I lose awareness of my thoughts as I cry out. He pulls me back against his chest and my hands fly to his wrists.
“Lean into me. Trust me. I have you,” he says, flicking his tongue across my jaw.
My muscles clench around him and the pressure mounts in my lower belly. I press my legs against his, which keep me spread, and squeeze my nails into his skin. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He only hastens his kisses and the thrusts of his tail.
“Let me love you.”
Just this once. I’ll let myself let go.
Just this once.
I’ll trust him to have me.
I relax and Apollo groans, holding me tighter. “That’s my witch.”
Suddenly, we’re on the couch. His tapping finger changes to a forceful, deliberate circle on my clit while his tail thrusts into me. I’m moaning at the ceiling, staring at the clouds that drift past the moon.
“Fuck, Sylvia, come for me,” he murmurs against the shell of my ear and his request sends me flying. My eyes slam shut and my muscles convulse as I cry out. He holds me tight, not letting me get away from him as he continues his assault on my body.
“You’re so beautiful. Your aura is glowing, lovely.” He whispers something else, something like “your taste” and “libertas,” which my Spanish-speaking brain scrambles. He continues to murmur praise and random words that sound Latin-ish as my heart settles.
“Thank you for dessert,” I say, finally coming back into my body.
