Chapter 2 #2
“Oh, you little cozy knight,” she said, lips curling as she stepped fully into the room.
He blinked.
“Rae… someone might come in.”
She waved it off.
“The rules say we’re not allowed to sleep together.” A grin. “They say nothing about bathing.”
She flicked her fingers, murmuring a quiet spell. The door shimmered briefly as a ward settled into place.
Then she looked at him.
Smiled.
And slowly, deliberately, let the fabric of her dress slip from her shoulder.
It pooled at her feet.
Aldric stared.
“I’ll never get bored of this trick…”
She only laughed and stepped closer.
A soft splash broke the silence.
His eyes followed her as she slid into the water opposite him, her golden eyes gleaming like twin coins in the dim light. Her white hair was already clinging to her damp neck and shoulders. Water droplets traced the elegant curves of her collarbones, the swell of her breasts.
She didn’t waste a moment.
In one fluid motion, she shifted forward, her thighs bracketing his hips, and lifted herself. Before he could even form a thought, she leaned forward, pressing the full, heavy weight of her breasts against his face.
The soft, wet heat of her skin smothered him.
The scent of her, warm vanilla infused with the ripest honeyed peaches, filled his senses. He could feel her nipples, already hardened, pressing against his cheeks, his lips.
“Mmph, I’ve been so starved for your touch,” she murmured, her voice a muffled vibration against his skull. “They need your attention.”
Aldric groaned, the sound lost in the softness. His hands came up automatically, cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing slow, worshipful circles over her nipples.
She sighed, a sound of pure contentment, and began to stroke him.
Her touch was deliberate.
Slow.
Not rushed.
She squeezed at the base, then ever so slightly moved her hand.
Again.
And again.
Building a rhythm that was maddeningly slow.
“I want to feed,” she whispered, her lips now close to his ear, her breasts smothering him as she spoke. “I’m starving.”
He couldn’t speak.
He simply nodded, his face still buried in her.
She shifted her weight, sliding down his body until she was kneeling between his legs in the water. Her golden eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze as she leaned forward.
She didn’t just take him into her mouth.
She teased.
Her tongue slid out, a long, pink ribbon of heat. Her fingers wrapped gently around the base of his cock, and then, with a playful, deliberate slowness, she guided him forward.
She didn’t kiss the tip.
She slapped his hot, velvety head against her wet, waiting tongue.
Thwap.
The sound was small, wet, obscene in the quiet, steamy chamber.
A low groan rumbled in his chest.
The sight alone, her eyes locked on his, her tongue presented, was almost too much.
“Mmm,” she hummed, the vibration a faint promise.
She did it again.
Thwap.
A little harder.
Her tongue curled up to cradle him for a split second before she pulled away, leaving a slick, shiny trail.
She licked her lips, tasting his pre-cum.
“I love that I can make you this excited.”
She leaned in again, this time letting the flat of her tongue drag up the entire underside of his shaft, from his balls to his tip, in one long, luxurious lick.
Aldric’s breath hissed.
His hands gripped her hair, guiding her gently.
“Like that?” she whispered, her breath ghosting over his wet skin.
“Mm-hm.”
Her grin was wicked.
She opened her mouth wide and hovered there, her lips brushing his sensitive head, but didn’t take him in. Instead, she began to stroke him firmly with her hand. The water lapped around her wrist, adding a slippery, chaotic sensation to her rhythm.
She kept eye contact.
Always.
Watching every micro-expression that crossed his face, the flutter of his eyelids, the parting of his lips, the way his jaw clenched.
She was taking him in.
Feeding on his desperate, building pleasure.
“Mmm,” she hummed, the vibration traveling straight through his cock.
Then she swallowed him down.
Aldric’s head thumped back against the rim of the tub.
She was deep, taking him to the back of her throat with practiced ease.
She moaned around him, a low, filthy sound of pleasure that she knew would make his toes curl.
And it did.
His hands fisted in his own hair.
She set a devastating rhythm.
A deep, sucking pull, followed by a slow retreat.
Then she’d pull off entirely, blowing cool air on his wet skin before diving back down.
Each time, she’d look up at him through her lashes, her eyes smoky with hunger and intent.
She knew how to look at him.
How to moan around him.
How to hollow her cheeks just so to pull him over the edge.
And he was close.
So close.
The heat of the water, the sight of her, the sinful sounds she was making, it was a sensory overload. His muscles tightened, a coil of pleasure winding unbearably tight in his gut.
Then, a sharp knock at the heavy wooden door.
Aldric froze.
Seraphae didn’t.
“Sir Aldric?”
It was Clement.
His voice was muffled but clear through the door.
Aldric’s entire body went rigid.
Seraphae just hummed, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through his very core. Her hand, began to stroke him in time with her mouth, her pace increasing.
“Mmmph, you’re pre-cumming so much…” she whispered, her lips brushing his skin. The words were a hot, secret breath against him. “So tasty…”
“Y-Yes?” Aldric managed, his voice strangled.
He tried to keep it level, to sound like a man merely resting in a bath, not a man being expertly undone by a succubus.
“The dinner preparations are underway. Your presence is requested sooner than initially anticipated.”
Aldric looked down.
Seraphae’s eyes were open, watching him.
She gave one more, deep, sucking pull, taking him fully into her throat.
She held him there.
And then she winked.
The coil snapped.
Release tore through him with a force that stole his breath.
She drank him down, her throat working, her soft moans of pleasure a continuous vibration that milked him through every shuddering wave.
As the last of his climax subsided, he gasped, trying to find his voice.
“I will… start preparing soon. Thank you, Clement.”
“Of course, sire.”
Muffled footsteps were heard from beyond the door.
A wet, obscene pop echoed in the room as she finally released him. She sat back on her heels, licking her lips slowly, a trail of white connecting her mouth to his tip for a fleeting second before she swallowed.
“Mmm… you are so tasty.”
Aldric chuckled, breathless, his body humming with satisfaction.
He looked at her.
“Rae…” he said, his voice rough but firm. “I think I’d like to go again.”
Seraphae’s golden eyes widened in genuine surprise.
Her lips parted.
This never happened.
Not right after.
A flicker of shock, then pure, unadulterated delight washed over her features.
“With my mouth,” she asked, her tail swishing excitedly in the water, “or my pussy?”
Aldric’s gaze was dark, hungry again.
“Your hands.” A slow smirk touched his lips. “I want you to sit on my face. I missed your taste.”
Seraphae giggled, a bright, delighted sound.
She was out of the tub in an instant, water sluicing off her glistening skin. She didn’t bother with a towel, but simply bounced, dripping, toward the bed, her wings fluttering with anticipation.
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After Seraphae slipped away to her chambers, Aldric quickly changed into attire fit for dinner.
A black doublet, tailored close, silver accents catching the light.
Fitted black trousers.
Polished leather boots with silver buckles.
Simple and presentable.
He met Seraphae just outside the dining hall.
She was there before him.
A cream-colored dress hugged her curves, the fabric soft and flowing, the back daringly open. High heels laced up her legs, elegant and unapologetically distracting.
She didn’t say a word, just stepped close and kissed him, soft and lingering.
He looked at her afterward, momentarily solemn.
“You look stunning.”
She blushed, a rare, genuine color warming her cheeks.
Then his body reminded him of something far more immediate.
“I’m starving. You drained the life out of me.”
She giggled, eyes bright, utterly unapologetic.
“Oh, but you asked for it. Twice.”
He smiled and gently gave her ass a squeeze.
“I did. Doesn’t change the outcome.”
She smiled, eyes glinting.
“I’ll never get bored of you groping me.”
The doors began to open.
She glanced at him, then wiggled her brows, all mischief and confidence.
“Shall we?”
And so it began.
It was a spectacle.
Aldric had never seen such abundance. Not in any castle, not in any palace he had set foot in.
Platters layered upon platters. Roasted meats glazed in deep crimson sauces.
Bowls of fruits that shimmered faintly with enchantment.
Bread still steaming. Candied roots. Spiced grains.
Delicate pastries dusted in sugar that caught the light like frost. It was rich.
Excessive. Decadent in a way only demonkind could make feel intentional rather than wasteful.
And yet.
The hall was not full.
No courtiers. No distant nobles. No sycophants or spectators.
Just family.
The sisters, already arguing over who would sit closest to Seraphae.
The Queen, radiant and composed, presiding at the head with quiet authority.
The King, vast and immovable, a presence demanding attention.
That was all.
Aldric took it in slowly.
As they crossed the vast hall, Aldric leaned closer and lowered his voice.
“Where is the rest of the court?”
She glanced up at him, smiling.
“This is a special occasion,” she whispered back. “So it’s just us and my family. No court rules tonight.”
When they reached the table, Aldric bowed his head respectfully toward the king and queen.
Goroth answered with a grunt.
Elathiel smiled warmly.
Across the table, Seraphae’s sisters took one look at her and their expressions shifted in unison. Understanding dawned. Glances were exchanged. Then came the giggles, perfectly conspiratorial, hushed whispers rippling between.
Two unoccupied seats waited.
They sat.