I had seen myself in a mirror, after all.
I raised my hand to my hair, smoothing it down because there was always time to look your best.
Shininess of hair: 9/10
Pettability of Arse: 10/10
I could work with that.
"Morning, sleepyhead. We must stop meeting like this." Magenta grinned.
"Away with you, I vote for all meetings being bare arsed in a pillow nest. These are mine now, right?" I burrowed deeper into the pillows.
Magenta laughed. "I pity the person stupid enough to attempt to take them away from you."
My clever Magenta. Fear the mighty incubus.
I nodded, determinedly. "Anyway, it's like this, see, we're bonded now," I rolled my hips against hers, and she gasped, "and that means, if you wish, we're together—"
"Always." Magenta ran her thumb over my lips, before kissing against the corners of my smile as softly as if I was the most precious thing that she'd ever touched (obviously). "And forever."
"What happened to not saying always?"
She froze, and her gaze flicked to a book that was covered in red feathers. Note to self: remind Fox not to piss her off enough to end up shaved and with his creamy fur stuck to her schoolbooks.
Magenta stroked my cheek. "I learned that some things...some people...are worth dying for. I've foolishly failed to understand death, despite haunting the veils."
Troubled, she pushed away from me. I struggled up onto my elbows amongst the pillows. I realized that I was in the Dreaming Space. It was a small chamber, which was veiled in cobwebs with a low arched ceiling and no windows. It was the highest part of the castle, which tingled with ancient magic. It was lit by Magenta's magic along the beamed roof like constellations of pink twinkling stars. It was morning, but we were lost in our own night.
Magenta's power was nature, and larger than the world.
"You know, Damelza got quite red with rage like she’d forgotten how to ride her broomstick and ended up inserting it in the most painful way," Magenta said, thoughtfully. I winced. "Still, I insisted that we follow your traditions. We're bonded, and that means we’re entitled to a First Night together. Why should a little thing like the sun stand in the way of consummating our bond?"
Her magical stars flared brighter in the black of the roof sky.
I shuddered at the memory of my original First Night with the Duchess. I hugged my arms around myself. In my first bond, I'd been stuck in a loveless relationship. But this time, I’d do everything in my slinky power to make certain that there'd be nothing but love, and no ghosts from my past would haunt that.
Magenta traced her finger over the initials MR, which were carved looping into the wood (Magenta had carved them there as a kid, along with her best friend). I shivered because I could feel him, tickling down my neck.
How could I sense this man who she’d loved and lost over a hundred years ago in the sudden chill? Why were Magenta’s eyes dazed like she was lost in her own memories?
My sexy self wasn't losing the woman who I loved to her ghosts on our First Night together. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I was claiming something for myself alone.
This incubus didn't do ignored.
I narrowed my eyes, before pushing myself onto all fours. My dick hardened, and my skin tingled.
My Magenta was all mine this morning, and I was all hers.
I crawled towards her with a sinful slink of my hips. Her eyes widened at my predator approach.
As I said, my clever Magenta.
I pressed my hands onto her hips without breaking eye contact, before swooping in as if to kiss her good bits, but at the last minute licking up her clothed stomach instead. Who am I kidding, there wasn’t any part of her that was bad, even if she was the academy’s wicked witch.
She let out a puffed breath of disappointment. Cute.
I grinned against her stomach, before kissing between her gorgeous tits, and teasing along the line where cloth met pale skin.
"So, what did happen last night?" I asked.
Magenta huffed. "Could we not discuss that at a more convenient time?"
She was adorably flushed, and wasn't thinking about anything but the path of my tongue up her neck.
Just as it should be.
"It's convenient for me." I sucked on her neck, and her breathing sped up. "But as you wish."
Unexpectedly, she stilled, before stroking my hair. "Ah, now that's what we need to discuss. You please me every single moment." I shivered, as her approval and pleasure bubbled through me, feeding my power in a rush that was as good as coming. Away with you, don't knock it until you try a pleasure feeding. "But it shan't be as I wish."
I blinked. So, she was a masochist? There were an awful lot of those in Rebel Academy. I hadn't seen that coming.
"You...want me to do the opposite of what you wish?" I ventured. "Then why didn't you just bond with Lysander because he already does that."
Magenta smirked. "That is rather the fae's best feature, however, I meant that this bond of ours will be equal. I'm not a succubi and I'm certainly not a traditional witch. I've been reminded recently that papa raised me to treat men with a respect that he hoped would start to change attitudes in our world." She bit her lip. "I was too young and sheltered to understand how brave and good he was and I died before I could achieve it. Yet I shall with all my lovers."
She meant it.
When I pinned her to the wall and devoured her lips, there was no softness but the joy of a predator unleashed. She didn't want only the side of me that gave pleasure, but the side that took it too.
I wasn't a freak to her. I was simply...me.
So, I might've been a wee bit heady on the freedom to be myself at last. She kind of looked dizzy from the kiss. But there was a whole section on how that was a good thing at the back of the Kissing Manual for Incubi. Seriously. Look it up.
At last, she wrenched back her lips; her pupils were dilated. "Last night, my magic offered yours a bond—"
"What are you doing?" I panted.
Her grin was wicked. "Telling you what happened. I thought it was convenient."
I nipped her bottom lip in punishment or reward. Definitely a mix of both. "As long as you desire it to be convenient with incubus loving on the side."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." She allowed herself to be pulled back by me into the nest of pillows.
Ah, there was the satiny goodness. I squirmed around, until I caught Magenta's fond expression.
The tips of my ears reddened, even though Rule 69 of the Incubi Night Code states: There's no shame in fighting for the best snuggle nest. There's only shame in surrendering it.
I gave a final defiant (but slinky) squirm of my arse, and then turned on my side, to wrap my arms around Magenta. Lying like this, was more intimate than when my tongue had twined with hers because our gazes were open and unable to hide, our foreheads touched like a blessing, and our breaths mingled against each other’s mouths.
"I nearly tore down the academy," Magenta murmured, "and was helped to calm down by one who knows me best, before I ended everything."
"You should write haiku, riddles, or possibly limericks."
She smiled brightly. "Thank you."
I sighed. It was impossible to do banter when all I wanted was to smother her cheeks in kisses.