Page 13 of Hazel's Choice
My cock has an unhealthy obsession with the “O” shape her lips make as she examines my full monster form.
Gods.
This little vixen is going to get me in trouble.
I can feel it.
I clear my throat. “Have you flown before?”
“No.”
“Allow me to give you your first flight?” I ask, extending a hand and bowing low. “I promise not to drop you.”
“It’s really not that far of a walk, but okay.” Her cold hand comes to rest in mine, and I grin, fluttering my lashes as I tilt my head up until I can see her beautiful face.
I expected her to put up much more of a fight, but I enjoy being surprised. In fact, there’s very little in life that I love more than it.
Life gets monotonous when you always know what to expect.
Standing to my full height, I tug her to my chest. My tail pops out, slithering over the top of my jeans and around her lower back.
“Step on my boots,” I say, extending my wings.
Hazel complies, making her tits press against my stomach. I would call it my chest, but she’s quite short in comparison to me, which is only made more noticeable by the fact I’m fully transformed.
“You’ll want to bend your knees a bit.” I plant a hand on her arse and wait for her to heed my instruction. As soon as she acts, I do the same, flapping my wings and pushing off.
Using the roofs of nearby buildings as reference helps me keep from going too high. I’d like her to enjoy this experience so she’d like to try again sometime.
Her hands dig into my lower back, and I grin. I quite enjoy feeling her clutch onto me.
The cool night air slaps my face as I fly toward the house.
She tilts her head, examining everything as we glide through the air. “Wow, Black Cove looks different from up here.”
I chuckle. “I’ll bet it does.”
Now I just need to get her to trust me enough that she’s willing to open up and share whatever secrets she’s keeping.
Our flight comes to an end all too soon, and I follow her inside the front door while trying to find some way to extend our time together.
“Would you like to see my room?” I offer and cringe.
Gods.
I’m smoother than this.
That probably sounded sexual, which is universally a curse of my kind. Everything we do is sexualized. The nature of our magic and how we draw in others doesn’t help with that stereotype. Normally, I’m not afraid to lean into the perks of being an incubus, but Hazel seems innocent. I don’t want to scare her off or come on too strongly.
“You already moved in? I was going to give you a tour,” she says, smiling over her shoulder as she makes her way up the stairs. “But yeah, I’d love to see which one you picked. Then I need to tackle dinner and take a shower.”
I frown, following her up the stairs. “We could have grabbed dinner instead of coffee.”
She’s going to have slim pickings.
The cabinets and fridge are bare.
Does she not have enough money left over after paying rent to purchase groceries? Hmm, maybe I’ll stop by the store on my way home from work tomorrow morning. No one should have to choose between affording a place to live and eating.
