"How'd you persuade that bitch Damelza to allow us a First Night together?" I caressed circles across her hip.
"Ah," Magenta pulled me impossibly closer. "The red-faced Principal was slightly put out that I'd bonded with you, and you should've heard the crude and vulgar words spitting from the Duchess!" My eyes widened. I'd never heard the Duchess swear before. That would've been a fine thing to witness, and even finer if Damelza had cast a Mouth Soaping Hex on her like she had on Sleipnir last term. It was hard to imagine my poised ex-bond with suds bubbling out of her mouth but worth it. "That fluffy tail of hers wagged like Pocus’. She pulled the most amusing grimace when I batted it away.” She pursed her lips; I was aflame with the desire to press my own lips to them. “Did I break some succubi tail custom?”
I snickered. “Aye, and it’s a fine thing.”
Her lips quirked. “You truly are quite wicked, aren’t you?”
I put on my best innocent face. I pulled it off. Lay off, Magenta believed it…a wee bit.
She kissed the tip of my nose. “Damelza was impressed, however, at the strength of my magic that it was able to create such a bond, especially at a distance. Of course, she didn’t say so, rather that I must be even more corrupted than she’d imagined. She’d assuredly strain something if she offered a compliment, possibly her witchy behind. She wants to study the bond.”
My pulse pounded, and despite myself, I attempted to pull up my knees defensively. All that achieved, however, was to press myself even closer to Magenta.
My hard prick rubbed against her stomach, sending sparks of pleasure along my pricks’ length and exploding behind my eyes.
Why, hello there, this is your neighborhood incubus prick.
Just for a moment, the intense pleasure made me forget the horror of Damelza poking and proding at the most private thing, which existed between Magenta and me.
“A bond is sacred,” I insisted.
Magenta’s expression softened. “I can sense that, but Damelza can’t. She’s a bitch; I’m no longer unclear on the problems in my family and heritage. I’m less certain about Juni. What would she’ve been like, if she’d been blessed to be raised by a father like mine? But Damelza’s curiosity is why she granted us this First Night.” Her voice wavered with uncertainty. “I believed that it’d be like courting, you know, romantic.”
Yet I remembered my First Night with the Duchess.
I’m sorry… I’ll try harder… What do you desire? I’ll become whatever you want.
I shivered, tightening my arms around Magenta. There was all the romance that I needed simply by holding her in my arms or even gazing at her portrait on our bedroom wall.
Yep, I was an obsessive romantic.
But not about this.
I wouldn’t break down. Not in front of Magenta.
Beg me to let you burn yourself.
Why was I shaking?
Stop, stop, stop…
Magenta’s eyes widened with alarm and concern. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on my back.
My eyes smarted. I couldn’t let this happen. My hands clenched into the material of Magenta’s dress. Wetness caught on my eyelashes and gathered in the corners of my eyes. My nose felt stuffy.
The only time that I’d cried since I’d been kid, I’d been condemned as a Not There.
Don’t cry…Tears make you ugly… Nobody loves an ugly incubus…
A single tear trailed down my cheek.
I gasped. What was wrong with my bastard self? It was the First Night. I should be proving just how pettable I was, but instead, I was making myself ugly for my bonded.
Magenta would never love me now.
I’d ruined it all over again.
What was the point of holding back my pain now? Loss, shame, and the memories of that First Night tore through me. Silently, I allowed the glistening tears (the traitors to the Night Lineage) to chase down my cheeks.
I closed my eyes because I couldn’t keep staring into Magenta’s intense gaze.
My breath sped up, as my heart beat too hard against my ribcage.
Magenta brought her hand up to my cheek, cupping it. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, and was shocked by the pure love that shone in her gaze. Her magic caressed over me. “My apologies. I beg the excuse that being trapped in a tree has (according to my familiars) left me with the manners and social awareness of a toad.”
I snorted through my tears. “Get on with you, it’s at least a frog.”
She traced her fingers through the trail of tears, and I flinched. “There’s no shame in emotions. It takes bravery to strip yourself bare to another. Right now, you’re beautiful.”
I sniffed, wishing that I could wipe away the tears, but not wanting to let go of Magenta. “Lay off, I bet that I have red-rimmed eyes and a swollen nose. I’d guess… 3/10 overall pettability.”
Magenta’s gaze was serious, as she licked down the path of my tears from my eyes to my chin. “You’re pettable when you cry, laugh, dance…” Could she mean it? Let it be true. “…and sleep.” She pinked. “I may be possessive enough now to enjoy watching all of my lovers sleep. I know that you’re safe, relaxed, and mine. And tonight, you need to know that you’re safe with me. So, it’s about your desires. You’re in control.”
When did an incubus have control?
My breathing slowed, and my shoulders sagged. Wow, I’d been tense.
Perhaps, she’d give me a massage. After all, she thought that I was pettable, right? Well, I was an incubus of the Night Lineage, and we were sizzling.
My desires curled through me. How did I choose from a very, very, very long list? I was a greedy incubus.
I gently pushed Magenta onto her back, and my ruby gaze hardened to the predatory. “You have a habit of wearing too many clothes.”
She raised her eyebrow. “How terrible of me.”
Her clothes melted away, apart from her silk corset.
She stretched out, clutching her hands above her head, as her hair spread out in a blond waterfall across the pillows.
Tease.
My breath caught. My gaze was also caught by the way that she tipped to the side, revealing the bow that held her corset on like an invitation.
My hands were shaky with desire, as I knelt beside her, pulling open the bow and unlacing her in an act of worship. As I freed her from the corset that trapped her tits, I kissed between her shoulder blades and pulled her hair aside to suck along her neck. She moaned.
“Touch yourself,” I murmured.
Magenta glanced over her shoulder at me, and I pressed a kiss to her lips. I only wanted to bring her pleasure, and as the commands fed bubbling pleasure through me, so I’d spiral her higher to her own release…or her clever fingers would.
We were a brilliant team.
She slipped her hands between her legs, and her head dropped onto the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip.
Was Finger Envy a thing because I craved to take the place of her fingers, as they circled her clit, with my own tongue?
I unlaced her corset and freed her tits. I slid my hand up her stomach, as her muscles quivered, and between her tits. Then I circled her nub in time to her fingers on her clit, while the bond connected us. Her magic flared in the stars above us, pulsing with our pleasure. My dick pulsed as well, hard and heavy between my legs. But although I was in control, this was for Magenta.