Succubus

34- Human or incubus...

*Oona's POV*

Andy touched my face gently, smiling down at me. "Yes." His eyes stayed on mine as I felt his girth enter me deliberately, making us both groan.

We began a pace that was excruciatingly slow, but each movement Andy made elicited a thousand reactions from me. My hips rose to meet him, my hands gripped the wiry muscles of his back as they worked, then ran through his darkly feathered wings. My tail found his again and stroked it tenderly. I could feel Andy stretching me inside with each deep, intense thrust as he set off mortars of pleasure throughout my body, reaching nerves I didn't know I had.

We were in a sea of black pleasure that arose from both of us, but all I saw was Andy. I entwined the fingers of my hand in his midnight hair and tugged him down into an otherworldly kiss. I was too overcome by love and sensation to pay much mind to the fact that his antlers had grown almost a foot.

Soon, it was all I could do to respond to Andy's kisses, react to his touch with my body, and still remain conscious. I had never felt so good, never allowed myself such emotional extravagance. The way he was making me feel was beyond incredible, into the realm of the impossible, the divine...

I only wanted to convey my love with physicality; I wanted Andy to experience it too. I wanted my every touch to communicate my adoration for him, my devotion made flesh against flesh. And then I felt it.

It was a sensation as though I were approaching the top of the tallest of one of the rides the humans had in amusements parks. I felt myself tighten around him; I gripped his back and broke our kiss to cry out.

Andy grunted in approval and quickened his pace, placing his free hand over my heart. I bit my lip in attempts to stifle moans but was unsuccessful. I was a trembling mess, clinging to Andy as I constricted further around him, getting closer to the highest precipice I had ever known.

"Andy!" My hips spasmed up to meet each of his thrusts automatically, the need and drive, the desperation increasing exponentially. I loved him; human, incubus, I didn't care. I gave Andy my heart, I gave him everything.

"Oona-" he said, a whisper, before I saw his black eyes flash abruptly to an antique, burnished gold. Brightness filled the room and I achieved a zenith of existence and feeling that was nonpareil. I felt his semen filling me, and I could barely register him groaning, joining me in my euphoria. I didn't care what Andy was, I loved him.

When the bright light abated into a gentle white fog, only my love for Andy kept me in place, I had such a shock. Judging by Andy's reaction, he was either able to sense my thoughts or something else wholly unanticipated had happened. "Andy... What was that called?"