14. Succubus Soup for the Soul
Stavros
Y ou really fucked this up like a professional , I thought, watching Deyva tip her head up to the stream of the water coming out of the shower head. It was probably only lukewarm, and I’d have to pull her out of there soon to keep conserving water, but for now I was just watching.
“We’re really gonna have to work on your guilt complex,” Deyva murmured, turning and blinking at me as water ran down over her head, her throat, her breasts.
I dunno why I made her leave the shower curtain open. So I could feel like a horny shitheel instead of just a typical asshole?
“Staaaaav,” she exhaled, shooting me an exasperated glance. “You can’t even do turned on right? Come here.”
I shook my head and crossed my arms over my chest as if that could physically hold me back from joining her in the shower. “I get in there with you and we’re not gonna be talking cause I’ll be too busy putting my mouth everywhere else.”
“Wow, sounds terrible,” Deyva said drily, turning away again.
I stood up from the counter and moved so I was standing at the very edge of the tub as she ignored me in favor of scrubbing the arm she’d shoved up inside of a demon general.
I was getting misted by the spray of the shower but I didn’t care.
Despite my words to Deyva, I didn’t really plan on us being clothed for a whole lot longer. It just wasn’t gonna be in the shower.
“I owe you an apology,” I said, watching her still, her eyes growing wide as she stared blankly at her own arm. “It was really easy to make excuses for what we’ve been doing together—”
“Fucking,” she said in a sing-song voice.
“And make it about anything but what it actually was. I want you, Deyva. For myself. For the pure selfish joy of enjoying my time with you. For liking you.” That was a little bit of a timid word for the actual feeling, but it was a good start.
Especially considering the way Deyva’s lips curled up shyly, her eyes slanting in my direction.
“I want to continue having sex with you because you are fucking amazing. And I promise I won’t tell anybody anything but that from now on. ”
“You like me.”
“Yeah, you’re funny as he—well, you know.
And you’re brave . I know you weren’t faking how badly you didn’t want to leave the gate, but you did , and you definitely saved our asses.
And you’re sexy. And I like the way you walk with your ass cheeks clenched when you’re annoyed with us for being so dopey over that angel,” I said, grinning as Deyva’s head fell back and the shower boomed with the echo of her laugh. “Sorry about that, by the way.”
Deyva settled and rolled her eyes before another giggle slipped out. “I mean, okay, I get it. You were wrong , but I get that he’s all shiny and I’m all…”
“Stunning. Exquisite. You glow as you come on my cock,” I listed.
My entire body seemed to grow entirely new hypersensitive nerve endings at the sudden stare she levelled at me, eyes red with hunger.
“Stavros,” she purred.
“Are you clean yet?” I asked. “I want to take you to my room.”
I don’t know if it was my calm tone, or the offer itself, but Deyva’s sharp seductive stare faltered and she blinked at me with an unusual innocence.
“Your bedroom? Here? In this building?”
“I don’t have extras.”
“What about the others?”
I shrugged. “I mean, theoretically, I should probably talk this over with them, but also… Like, fuck, you just saved our lives. I think you should be allowed to, you know, sleep in an actual bed.”
Deyva smirked. “Sleep?”
I smirked too. “Amongst other things. If it backfires, we’ll both just have to figure out how to make that shitty office comforta—”
The water cranked off so fast I thought Deyva might’ve broken the handle, and then my arms were full of warm, slippery succubus, Deyva’s long legs wrapping around my hips.
My hands landed reflexively on the globes of her ass and then helped themselves to an appreciative squeeze.
Her mouth found mine, funny little happy squeaks with every press of her lips.
I wasn’t planning on putting her back in the filthy clothes she’d worn in the battle but I also didn’t want to accidentally run into Kais in the hall with a naked Deyva wrapped around me.
He hadn’t earned that shit yet. I grabbed a towel off the rack as Deyva busied herself sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip, and wrapped it around her back, making sure to cover her ass.
It would get us across the hall at least. Out of the bathroom, the sound of voices carried up from downstairs, and I heard footsteps crossing toward the stairs.
I’d meant what I said to Deyva about sticking up for our connection, but I wanted that to happen later. After I’d had the chance to make up for being an ass. And when she was dressed and we could stand side by side against any judgment from the others.
I carried her into my bedroom at the end of the hall, gently nudging the door shut behind me. I had the corner bedroom, and while it was the smallest, it also had the most windows, something I was extremely appreciative of as I laid Deyva down on the bed.
Some nights I found the violent red hue that sunsets now took on an oppressive and ugly reminder that our world was covered in blood and hellfire too often. Tonight though, the colors cast Deyva’s skin warm and rosy, like a blush that ran from head to toe.
Deyva stretched like a cat on my bed, back arching and breasts tipping up as if in offering.
It was overtly sexual, and also entirely natural to her.
She was meant to be seductive, and even in this pose there was something playful to it, the way her toes slipped under my sheets and her head rolled against my pillow.
“Just kidding,” she said on a sigh. “Skipping sex for a nap on this cloud.”
I laughed and reached up to the collar around my throat, pulling it free and moving to undo the buttons.
If she wanted a nap she could have a nap.
Did I want her spread out beneath me, writhing in pleasure and dragging her nails down my back?
Fuck yeah. But also I just wanted to see her smiling like that.
I was pretty sure I’d get both though, because her eyes tracked my hands on my chest with eager interest, her thighs shifting together.
“I’m sorry for being an ass,” I said, pulling the hem of my shirt free of my pants, going for my buckle next, feeling the blood rush from my heart to my cock as Deyva’s tongue peeked out and wet her lips.
“I know you are. Talk about me like a chore or a burden again and I’ll chain myself up in the basement to starve instead, okay?” It was a gentle warning but I swallowed and nodded, holding Deyva’s gaze before her eyes fell back down to my crotch. “Continue, please.”
I was no incubus, and I wasn’t about to make a real performance out of stripping, but I took my time and Deyva wasn’t shy about enjoying the view.
One hand slid down from my pillow to drag her fingertips over her collarbone and then to play aimlessly with her own breasts as she watched me drop my pants and underwear to the floor, kicking out of them.
I don’t deserve this , I thought as I watched her thighs part in anticipation, but for once it wasn’t a thought laced with shame.
No man deserved someone as exquisite as Deyva.
Well, maybe Zach, but he was an idiot for not seeing it and I wasn’t planning on spelling it out to him anytime soon.
Not when Deyva seemed content to have me.
“You feel really nice,” she said dreamily.
“I haven’t touched you yet,” I said. We were both totally naked now, just gazing at one another, and I reached down to stroke my cock when her hand reached out and beat me to it, her perfect grip making me grunt and buck toward the bed.
“Your emotions are doing the work for you. I feel all...sunshiney. Keep it coming.”
I mourned the loss of the picture of Deyva spread out for me as she rolled in my direction, shifting onto her belly and perching her face in front of my cock. But then I got the picture of her dark hair cascading down her back to rest just above the dimples over her ass. I liked that too.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as a warm tongue flicked out to lap at the head of my cock. “Wait, no, this wasn’t—Dey, I was gonna.”
“Lemme have a snack,” Deyva said, pulling on my cock in a way that was both a caress and an urge closer.
I stumbled, my thighs hitting the edge of the bed and groaned as Deyva took me directly into her mouth, her ass wiggling happily on the bed as she slurped and licked lazily around the head of my cock.
“Deyva, babe—” she snorted at that, “Guys don’t usually get their cocks sucked when they have to apologize.”
“Guys don’t usually get to feed hungry succubi who just went to extreme lengths to save their asses,” Deyva said, pushing my cock up toward my stomach and flicking the tip of her tongue back and forth over the ridge on the underside of the head in a way that made my thighs feel weak.
“Consider it a perk. This is what I want, Stavros. You can have your turn next.”
I was totally gonna tell her to quit worrying about my heart rate and get me hard again as soon as she was done, so I could fuck her all slow and tenderly, the way I’d meant to.
Deyva drew me deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking hard and I groaned up at the ceiling, my hands falling into her hair.
My fingertips bumped at the root of her horns and I realized I’d never touched them before.
I took them in both of my hands, trying to distract myself from Deyva’s determined mouth and the way my cock kept nudging against the back of her throat like she’d never even heard of a gag reflex.
I squeezed her horns and then all of the sudden she made a sharp whining sound that vibrated down my length and made me buck roughly.
Deyva gasped as I pulled out, my hands tangling in her hair as I tried to retreat.
“Shit, sorry, did that hurt, I—”